Caterpillar
Rain pours outside,
on the trees,
The droplets drips from the leaves,
on the sidewalk.
The Caterpillar,
creeps along the wet low wall,
gently towards,
the concrete sidewalk,
right next to my right foot.
It makes living,
out of the deadleaves,
and dirt,
It is living its life,
the best possible can be, it's way,
I happened to think it that way.
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