Inch Worm Buddy

Inchworm Buddy

Little inchworm friend

crawled upon my hand

as I floated around the river bend.

Green in color,

antennae quiver,

tiny feet

crawling to escape the heat.

I rescued him from a watery grave,

scooped him up �" a ride I gave.

I paddled to the shore

and left him at nature’s door,

on a wooden branch, gnarled just so,

worn smooth by the river’s flow.

Safe and sound,

he has found

a place to be �"

warm and dry,

on a limb nearby.