Creepy Crawlers
Summertime involves barbeques and picnics,
baseball games, swimming, and dogs fetching sticks.
Pitching tents and sharing the ground with slugs,
centipedes, and other assorted bugs.
As twilight wanes, female mosquitoes thirst
for blood: vying for who will bite you first.
And at sunset, as evening breezes warm,
clouds of annoying gnats begin to swarm.
Ebony fields showcase flashing fireflies,
blinking in and out like sparks on the rise.
As creepy crawlers stir in the moonlight,
crickets break the silence imposed by Night.
The morning mist dribbles droplets of dew
on blades of grass that green grasshoppers chew.
And as butterflies sip nectar, first light,
dragonflies flex cellophane wings for flight.
Summertime's menagerie of insects
includes artists, farmers, and architects.
Alive, yet as beautiful as a gem:
we get to share this blue marble with them.
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