Today’s word is “terpsichordean” … pertaining to dancing. (Dictionary.com)
Creepy
It’s nearly terpsichordean,
How they dangle from the trees,
Wiggling this way and that,
With the uncertain, daily breeze.
But that’s where all the dancing ends,
Because those caterpillars aim,
For the deck and chairs and plants,
To them it’s all the same.
They’ve finished off the oak leaves,
Leaving only tiny shreds,
Now they’re intent on their cocoons,
Where they will rest their heads,
If only there were fewer,
But there are way too many,
And we will have to wait for weeks,
Until there are not any.
Anne Selleck
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