Feeling groovy

Watch the caterpillar crawl down the jagged edge of a soft inviting leaf. Exploring in happy oblivion, the vagaries of an unknown world.Hopping from green to green, chuckling in glee, not knowing it can never get enough. Not knowing how it grabs you, intoxicates you and enslaves you to the innocent outdoors.

Perhaps it should have stayed back, hibernating numbly with its peers, in a cosy hole they all thought was home.Foolish being. So what if you didn't go to Harvard Law School, even the newborn baby next door knows a hard mattress from the soft, no matter the beguiling bedspread.

Still it rolls on, laughing shamelessly, rocking ecstatically on the now prickly, purple purple grass.