I can't walk in my own woods
Without ringing a
Few silly Bluebells.
* * *
There is rarely one.
The forest floor is blooming.
Thousands of Bluebells.
* * *
The sun is still weak.
Floods will come to ruin you..
Why now Bluebells?
Are we impatient?
The sun is low but not set.
Illinois moonrise.
* * *
I see your full face.
Your lunar rays are stronger.
Lunacy tonight!
* * *
Rocks and dirt, that's all!
A million miles there and back.
Not one brick of cheese.
* * *
Go away now sun.
The lesser light is full tonight.
And the night she rules.
Mayfly, I like you.
But don't bring five hundred friends
Around my porch light.
* * *
With wings like stained glass
And a long, delicate tail,
You must be quite proud.
* * *
Mayfly on wild oats.
I will not see you again.
Seize the day, my friend.
A fly and mantis.
Mantis strikes, impales, ingests.
A mantis alone.
* * *
Leather-winged soldier.
A prayerful predator
Who rules the meadow.
* * *
Little Miss Mantis,
In which garden is your home?
In which galaxy?
Look closely, reader.
See the ambush bug lurking.
No clover is safe.
* * *
Go in little fly.
Go and meet the ambush bug.
He's very friendly.
* * *
Flies are nutritious,
Honey bees are delicious.
But I kill for fun.
Midnight storm
Lightning flashes
Fireflies answer
Milady beetle,
So shiny, so feminine.
Are you too a stag?
* * *
In shiny armor
I will crush the small and weak
With jaws of chitin.