Poem ''To Centipede''

   

      

        To Centipede

I want now to count your feet,
But how?,you are too speed.
I'm not dangerous or a threat,
Are you shy or really worried? 

I wanted to catch you for play
when I was kid- just three.
Grandpa stopped and told me,
I shouldn't ever touch thee. 

Asked the reason to my mom,
And learnt;'you're venomous'.
I told the same to my chum.
He showed me your fangs. 

Now I dare to count your legs.
Stand before me centipede.
Don't go so quick you moron;
Where ever you hide,I'll find.

      ✍ Thrinethraja.
           (Shivakumara Hiremath)