fifi’s grafitti

I met a one-eyed caterpillar on the way to town yesterday. He was a fierce looking creature, and carried many scars of past encounters with steel beams, concrete chunks, and other industrial birds who’d thought their feathered appendages would allow them to swoop off with an easy meal. Sometimes a cumbersome bulk can work to your advantage. The caterpillar was resting, his empty eye socket rusting away, and his one halfway good eye hanging tentatively by slender red ligaments. I hoped he wouldn’t open his mouth and clamp down on me!