Can he measure up?

Inchworm

Ever watched an inchworm travelling along?

Up down, up down, like the tempo of a song,

Slowly but surely, he makes his way,

Even if… it takes him… all day,

Like the tortoise racing with the hare,

He inches along, without a care,

Steadily, he bends his body into two,

Then stretches out straight again like inchworms always do,

Legs on the front and legs in the back, with none in-between,

This worm is not a worm at all; he’s a caterpillar of green,  

He is the larvae of a geometer moth, to be exact,

To watch him relocate is fun- now that’s an honest fact!

Why does he insist on measuring every path he takes?

Because he is an inchworm, of course, for goodness’sakes!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  5/8/17