The Bite of a Harmless Bug
A core memory that amuses me still, some 12 years later
I saw a little
Caterpillar
On the playground one day
In the beginning of winter
He was making his way
Across the equipment
And I was absolutely in awe
At the perseverance
Of the little creature’s
Will to survive through the fall
I called my brother and sister over
To my side to take a look
We admired his teeny stripes
Of black and green and white
And his sharp pincer hooks
His wiggly antennae on his
Smooshy black face
And mused
“Is he going to turn into
A butterfly soon?”
With this weather his existence
Will soon be erased
I was enamored with the creature
And thought I would show him some love
I offered him my finger
To crawl onto
To see the world from above
What happened next I could never
Have imagined
And it probably won’t happen again
This caterpillar took a whopping bite
Of a bit of my skin
Such betrayal from my minuscule friend
In shock I flung him off
As far as I could
He disappeared into a speck
In the forest of mulch-wood
I shook off the ache
From the bug’s tiny bite
Still I had to admire his pluck
He put up a decent fight
My siblings wandered off
I gave a bemused shrug
To this day I still declare
I will always hate bugs!
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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