22nd July 2011

The Metre

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I am barely aware of the breath of a westerly breeze.

I witness a translucent, lime green caterpillar, no more than 4mm long, being whipped about violently. It had anchored itself fast by some invisible length of thread. It labours intensively to buckle and writhe, mm by mm, back up the gaping 5cm to the underside of the nettle leaf.

I am surprised when a minute or so later I see it cast out below and set to battle again.

And I wonder from what thread I swing?

Slug Eatings 1

Slug Eatings 2

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