So I wasn't cut out to be a nice old lady!
Yesterday a tiny pot
fresh basil for its delicate scent
frail color
leaves translucent against the morning sun
in my kitchen window
Today a grey green blob
thick and dark
a caterpillar weaving a trail of holes
curled
I kill the competition
and in my anger
find his brothers too
He's had his vengeance
I can't eat
my basil
despite
my victory
posted by Fran @ 2:05 AM
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I have, Fran, in my time petted caterpillars. I found wonder in feeling their furry little bodies beneath my fingers. This was an adult experience, not just the wonder of childhood. But then, what do you expect--I am a big kid, one who still carefully carries spiders to the outside and places them somewhere safe.
I suspect I would still be petting caterpillars if I could get down to their level--no, it's not the getting down, it's the getting up that's the problem. :)
Vi
no! you were never cut out to be a 'too nice' little old lady Fran. I love you just as you are.
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