The Very Hungry Caterpillar no longer eats
five ojanges on a Friday. It eats five oranges.
Your fingertips are strong enough, nimble
enough, to separate and turn the pages
individually in the way everyone else does.
You walk the story in a straight line.
You take comfort in the accomplishment.
When they arrive, let your wings take you
into incorrect corners and gardens that might
get you bitten. Enjoy the cocoon for now.
Remember to shout ONE SLICE OF WATERMELON.

© Carl Burkitt 2023