Caterpillar.

He is the lowest, always
squeezing muscle for the
narrow escape he can
not rely on bones for
getaways.

Thrusting gut, pushing,
crawling, indulging hope...

Rodents, hedgehogs, wrens
on the prowl, pursuing those
who are sluggish and act
like buffoons for daydreaming
when memories crush the soul.

But he has visualized what
others can't grant him, and
he will overcome, finally able
to sway with the gales.

Tip toe through the silence just
another day-
tomorrow comes and scented skies
become his unexpected love.

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Written 8/02/13 @ 8:55 AM

Baby Rainbow's challenge from these random prompts:

Narrow escape
unexpected love
when memories crush the soul
tip toe through the silence