The Chance

Not a chance.
Six meters of asphalt.
Twenty cars in one minute.
Five Trucks, two RVs, a motorcycle.

The caterpillar does not know about cars.
It doesn’t know how wide the asphalt is.
It doesn’t know anything about pedestrians, cyclists, or mopeds.
The caterpillar only knows grass grows on the other side.
Wonderful green, probably edible.

For that, it has to get across the street.

Not a chance.
Six meters of asphalt.

It starts on stubby feet.
Twenty cars a minute.
Let’s go without haste.
Without fear.
Without tactics.
Five trucks, two RVs, a motorcycle.

Go on, take a chance, and arrive. 

By Rudolf Otto Wiemer.