A fuzzy caterpillar
stopped to have a chat,
with an ancient wizard
in a big magic hat.
The wizard bent down
to better hear his mate,
but when he went to stand up
his legs would not go straight.
Stories say he's still there
squatting on the rocks,
wishing he had asked his friend
to stand upon a box.
Image ©2012 Sam Zuppardi
Poem ©2012 Meagan Munroe