Red Caterpillar Tree

is what it is to me,

don’t know the technical

scientific species.

If you know,

please don’t tell me;

let my imagination

run free

like a Dr. Seuss

fantasy

where the bizarre springs

from common things

and nonsense words

are conceived

in fun sing-song

bedtime stories.

 

Yes, Red Caterpillar Tree

it is to me

with Pillar-Pellers

whispering, whispering

to me,

drawing me near

to hear

their giggling.

Silly things,

say, “Cheese!”

please;

let me capture

your glorious

bizarre beauty!

 

Let me pet your

soft bristle-ees.

Pillar-Pellers,

just chilling in

the breeze,

unnoticed by others

breezing by too quickly

to notice the glory

of what imagination

can bring,

can add

to the already

glorious scenery.

 

Slow down enough

to notice the details

of spring,

to hear the giggling

coming from the

 

Red Caterpillar Tree.