I see the hungry caterpillar
scrounging its way across the day.
It has prickles on its back
yellow-ringed eyes and a red face.
I know the blue-shaded segments of its green body
the slow march of invisible feet.
which bird would eat this caterpillar
but I wish one would
snatch it up in its beak, throw it high like a lasso
and gulp it down.
filled with plums and sandwiches and cakes
still looking famished.
Listen to Frances Samuel read ‘I see the hungry caterpillar‘
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Frances Samuel lives in Wellington and works as a museum exhibition writer. ‘I see the hungry caterpillar’ was very probably inspired by reading the Eric Carle book over and over to her small child.