Hello. What are you crawling
up tomato plant? Green and fat,
a caterpillar yet of none I know.
Not hornworm, monarch, viceroy,
blending nicely into foliage.
You are late, you know.
Winds shake the maple tree
and nights grow cool.
Yet you, fat and slow,
Your greed has altered fate.
No time now to spin cocoon,
no time to metamorphose. Winter
will not catch you, unaware, but errant robin
hustling south will spot a meal.
No chance to fly. No hope of mate.
Your energies will spur the robin.
Yet you feed and climb