High-pitched banshee whines
In the middle of night
Mosquitos, annoying
Bug-a-boos, no-see-ums
Picked on us larger humans
Sucked out our blood
Itchy stings and bites
Their calling cards
That’s enough, already
Pick on somebody your own size!
Tag: insects
Big, Bad, Bugs
Deep Southern
Monsters crept
Palmetto bugs
Resembled
Gigantic roaches
Large stink bugs
With airfoils on
Their, back legs
Flew further, to be
Even more annoying
Fire ants in giant
Ant hills, bit with
Ferociousness of
The devil himself
Never ever went away
The topper of them all
Was the mole cricket
Weird, burrowing insect
With mole-like front end
Cricket-like back end
A face, not even
A mother could love
—Image, http://www.wikipedia.com/–
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling (Dung Beetle Blues)
There were lots of cattle on the farm where I grew up. And, in the pasture were lots of cow patties. My brothers, sister, and myself had plenty of dung beetles to watch for entertainment. There weren’t any smart phones–or electronic devices to entertain us in those days. A post from two years ago.
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Rolling, rolling, rolling
Keep them dung balls rolling
Dung balls
Keep on growing
They may be
Full to overflowing
Roll, roll, roll ’em
You know
You can’t
Control them
Stay strong
Roll, roll, roll, them
Dung balls
All day long
Head ’em up
Move ’em out
Knowing there are
Larvae inside
Midweek Matinee
In which my
Scatterbrained mind
Is freed from most constraints
Yesterday, it was
Paws, claws, clenched jaws
At the veterinarian’s
Today, annoying, biting
Vampire horse flies
Attempted to feast
On my blood
Swatting scared
My poor dog
It took quite a bit
Of reassurance
To calm her down
I suppose yelling
Like an idiot
At horse flies
Was not necessary
ROLLING, ROLLING, ROLLING (DUNG BEETLE BLUES)
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Keep them dung balls rolling
Dung balls
Keep on growing
They may be
Full to overflowing
Roll, roll, roll, ’em
You know
You can’t
Control them
Stay strong
Roll, roll, roll, them
Dung balls
All day long
GNATS AND WHAT-GNATS
Buzzing, biting
Stinging, bloodsuckers
With annoying whines
Fly about my head
And ears
Bug-a-boos
Gnats and
What-gnats
No-see-ums
The hotter
It gets–the worse
They are
I hate them all!
BALANCE
Exoskeleton
Discarded
Forgotten
Remained
Attached
To shiny leaf
Life juices drained
One gave, one lived
Balance sustained
CRAZY AUNTS/CRAZY ANTS
Crazy aunts
Banned, to
Attic bedrooms
Creepy, basements
Behind, locked
Doors, peered
Through
Keyholes, till
Waves, of
Paranoia
Subsided
Knitted, tea
Cozies, to the
Accompaniment
Of, door chime
Symphonies
Escaped, further
From reality
Sailed away
On, imaginary
Sun shaft
Sailing ships
Till, nightfall
Took them
All away
Crazy ants
New reality
Followed
Pheromone
Trails, on
Warm
Summer
Sidewalks
Attacked
Without
Warning
Anything
That, dared
Get, in
Their way
LAST BITE
Late season
Mosquitoes
More, of
Everything
Despicable
More sneaky
More annoying
More desperate
More bloodthirsty
Just plain, meaner
Uglier, and I think
They’re, the worst!
Get away! you’ll
Get nothing, from
Me–except
A smack down
You, horrid
Little creatures!
HOUDINI HOUSEFLY
A vile renegade
Invaded my home
Fresh, from an engagement
In someone’s toilet bowl
I lost my civility–lost all control
There was no way
We’d ever be friends
Who knows, where it had been?
I came to despise
This horrible creature
With multifaceted eyes
That incessantly buzzed
Around my head, while
I plotted, its demise
Wished, it were dead!
My visitor stayed on
For breakfast and lunch
Was it the same fly
Or part of a bunch?
My Houdini housefly
House guest, house pest
Disappeared, reappeared
Escaped death, again and again
How had this tiny creature
With its miniscule brain
Held sway over me
And driven me so insane?
–Photo by Craig Roberts–
