Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON THE SERE AND YELLOW LEAF by KAREN SWENSON |