Category: insects
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Calico mosquito
Cat sits in sun by empty fire pit wearing a grey and white patched coat watching squirrels watch her watch them watching her stare as if in aligned mirrors. The squirrels know she knows she cannot reach them, but she tries again and again and again, because maybe just maybe she might get lucky. April…
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cicada summer haiku
if you listen close cicada moon serenades differ in the sun 6-20-22
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Dark symphony
porch sitting summer solestice eve bare feet tap midnight call and response cicadas sing high descant tree frogs could not reach 6-21-22
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lazy hazy crazy days of summer haiku
morning cicadas tree top breakfast serenade lazy Summer day 6-23-22
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childhood revery
windless shade sittingbirds sing in insect choruschildhood revery 6-23-22
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haiku for a mosquito hunter
bright robed dragonfly I’d like to post your picture but you won’t sit still 6-26-22
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surface tension
Insects light gently on the pond A thousand tiny circles intertwine A fish rises up to feed And overwhelms concentric lines Turtle periscopes water A valley wake where circles disappear You sit on dry land Wishing you could fly 6-27-22
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Paper Nest Hornets 2022
Five paper nest hornets are building overhead, again Unconcerned how nervous and scared it makes the man on the porch feel. Soon it may be too unsafe outside And he and his husband will be forced back inside, because outside will be unsafe Forced to sit on the other side of the pane looking through…
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Cicadas
All night they sing in the trees hoping to breed and some of them breed and those that don’t, sing and they sing all night and some of them sing all morning and into the afternoon until it is night, again and you wonder do they sing in shifts or do they sing while sleeping…
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Dog days of summer
These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…
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