Tomato Hornworm

The leaves were gone this morning
Eaten
Devoured with roiling ecstasy.
The smooth bodied green
Clings
to the underside
Of the last full leafed branch.
The smooth bodied green
Undulates
A fat belly dancer
All the time in the world
Nothing prods, no sense of time
No poisonous burning
The green belly alive and
Churning
Stretching to reach
Every leaf, every stem
Every spiked yellow bud.