Inchworms

Inchworms dangle from the trees above, like raindrops frozen in place. I don’t need an umbrella though, I can steer my horse around them, occasionally lying against his neck when one drops down unexpectedly. Some surely will hitchhike atop the horses’ rumps or on my shoulder. They will find happiness in thicker, greener foliage. But that is a small percentage, those are the lucky ones. Others, who have completed their skydive, inch their silky green bodies along the dirt road with purpose. Hooves and paws, unknowing, trample them. I will the feet to avoid them. I try not to watch.