My Christmas Caterpillar.

Brush, rust, shhhh.
It feels like a soft snow monster.
Gifted to me by my grandmother.
Feels like a warm blanket on a winter night.

It feels as if there is a polar bear sleeping in my hands.
It smells like memories of my family.
It tastes like melt in my mouth fondant balls.

It feels as soft as velvet.
If it would come to life it would go to a fashion show,
And show off because it is so pretty to me.

It is like a fuzzy Christmas caterpillar.
My eyes shimmer when I look at the glimmering beads.
It tastes like fluffy pom pom balls.

It is as precious to me as gold.
It makes me comfortable when I cannot sleep.
Its little bits shine in my eyes.