The Hand of Fate

I watched a caterpillar
As it crawled across the road,
And realized fear was not a part
Of its genetic code.


At least I do not think it is,
For really, I can't know.
That caterpillar's pace, however,
Seemed to be quite slow.


The traffic's very light most times
Yet still, some cars go by;
And if the timing isn't right,
That creature's bound to die.


It moseyed on its little feet
As I walked by in wonder
If it would safely get across
Or else be ripped asunder.


A car sailed past, but I'd moved on;
I kind of held my breath,
Not knowing if a tire might have
Squished my friend to death.


I didn't check, for after all
I would have been too late.
I guess all Nature's creatures
Always tempt the hand of fate.