wild, wet ‘n wooly

A small story poem of 115 words linked to dVerse where Bjorn and friends are writing narrative poetry. Also inspired by Sarah’s earlier “mindfulness” prompt!


brave-heart caterpillar

three centimeters long

weighs all of a gram

spiky brown-black fur

humping along unaware

crosses grandson’s path

who grasps stray fuzzball

tickly in palm of hand

gently carried on hike

until trail ends at pier


where insect pupa is

plopped into pond

as fish bait—but wait,

does it know to swim?

fur floats, frantically

w-w-w-wiggles body

up/down like ripples

across water’s surface

until grandma, empathic,

fishes live catkin out


woolie happy at rescue

dries in sunshine and

casts an intimidating

spiked shadow across

pier’s knotted plank

grandson decides to

return him to tall grass

so newly cool cat can

retell adventures to his

sheltered larval friends



photo by lynn





16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. merrildsmith
    Sep 30, 2018 @ 05:44:51

    A sweet tale. I like the thought of the caterpillar telling his friends about his adventures. I hope he becomes a beautiful butterfly soon–before it gets too cold.


  2. Beverly Crawford
    Sep 29, 2018 @ 12:20:15

    Tale of a wooly worm (that’s what we called fuzzy caterpillars in my day). If the wooly worms were black, they predicted a severe winter; if they were brown they predicted a mild one. I know it’s so. The farmer, who delivered fresh eggs in my neighborhood (the “egg man”), told us all! An entertaining tale!


  3. sarahsouthwest
    Sep 29, 2018 @ 02:45:01

    He’s lucky to have you there – boy AND caterpillar. Empathy is something we have to learn and practice, I think.


  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 15:43:21

    This was sweet… and may all boys grow hearts as big as this when they stiffen to men.


  5. Gospel Isosceles
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 13:42:36

    I love stories like these, where young boys still have angelic hearts.


  6. Frank Hubeny
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 09:53:51

    Nice how she fished the catkin out rather than it becoming fish bait.


  7. Gina
    Sep 28, 2018 @ 07:52:43

    it must have had so many adventures to tell its sheltered larval friends, what a really wonderful story told in beautiful poetry, would surely make any child smile and want a little caterpillar playmate


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