Fuzz-back, black
caterpillars,
among the smooth,
puckered, spotted
crawlers; myriads,
strewn along our
hike seen. but it’s
the invisible,
unseen varieties,
high creation,
tickling one’s
loftiest thoughts!
angels guiding
forces and fields,
near and far, their
contemplation,
drawing unity
among diverse
people, people God
Speaks about with
a human tongue.
Gary Edward Geraci
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