Seeking the sun and feeling the sky,
the bumbledy centipede swerves and winds by –
Consoling caution with captive replies,
the yippee-ki cowboys sweer by their eyes.
Sing me a lumbolesh, blow on a conch –
fling to the puzzling cat on its haunch.
Open your eyes to the sunlit above
and swerve and console and just sweer,
well sort of.
Taps and Ratamacues 
bumblely caterpillars—nice
Cricket- I’m sorry my response to your comment was a bit terse. Thanks for visiting and reading.
Well.. bumbledy centipedes. But you liked the image that the language evoked, so thank you for sharing your thought. I appreciate the comment.
I think you captured well how they move—not gracefully, but well, bumblely. That one word truly gave the poem personality and distinction.
BtW: I didn’t detect a terse tone😉