Leslie J.

The Caterpillar

I am a fuzzy caterpillar at Great Meadows.

My hair is as soft as a golden retriever who has just dried off from his bubble bath.

I look like an orange hairy crayon moving across the grass.

I am as quiet as a rabbit sleeping quietly on the meadow.

I feel like the wind blowing on your hand.

I am the orange in a tangerine.

I am the small hand on a clock.

I am an inchworm, eating leaves in the sun.

I am a fuzzy caterpillar at Great Meadows.

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