There was a furry yellow fella moving around on the little white flower bush.
It only had a big black eye to look at you.
It sounded scary and I felt excited to know what was it.
Could it be a one-eyed chick? A bug?
Or just a miniature statue my friend had placed in the garden.
I pondered more.
I remembered back what I saw among the bush of little white flowers.
The bush seem to be dying.
As if it was infested with a disease.
Looking closer to the plant,
there was a little furry animal resting on the bush,
among the greener parts that didn't look diseased.
Alas it was a caterpillar!
Ugh, I felt I should kill it before it killed the plant.
Yet, I was told that it was to cute to die.
Lucky little critter. That yellow furry pest.
Your life is spared.