Spring had come, and out they hatch
Fresh from their eggs, a new born batch
Fall from the trees on silken threads,
Caterpillars emerging from their beds.
One caterpillar, his name was Clown,
Didn’t know he was falling upside-down!
When he landed on his head
He saw the sky beneath instead,
And above him was the ground
Soft and moist and browned,
A pillow of mud around his ears
That he could rest on for years.
Beneath his feet drifted white fluff
Called clouds. He could not get enough
Of watching the endless sky below
In all its beauty, even though
The other caterpillars laughed.
Rosie said, “You look so daft!”
Clown had to disagree,
He thought the rest looked silly.
“Look at Clown!” Magic said.
“He’s standing on his head!
Nothing looks sillier
Than an upside-down caterpillar!”
Eventually Clown grew tired
Of the teasing, and aspired
To flip the right way up and
Copy the way the others stand.
His feet touched earth for the first time,
The comforting pillow now felt like grime.
His head lifted into the air
And dizziness overtook him there.
“I don’t like this,” said Clown.
“I’m returning upside-down!”
And so he did, and he was glad
Although the others called him mad.
But then Rosie wanted to see
How he saw the world, so she
Stood on her own head, and gasped
At planes below her whizzing past.
“We’re on top of the sky!” she said.
“I want to stay like this instead!”
One by one the others stood
Like Clown, together in the wood.
Copyright Alex Harlequin 2012