Centipede

By Susan Baumlin

Prodding, plodding,

Very lowly,

Bending his body,

Stepping slowly.

Dancing, prancing—

Oh, what legs!—

Thin like needles,

Long like pegs!

Worming, squirming

Round a mound,

On he creeps

Upon the ground.

Finding, winding

Near the trees—

Just imagine

What he sees!

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney