Gathering Figs
I went this morning to gather ripe figs
The ants, wasps, yellow jackets arrived first
They had been gathering like little pigs
Here a hole, there a hole, those giant holes worst
Hidden in a giant hole underneath
Was an armadillo covered in dirt
He keeps his family in tiny sheath
Shows them around yard, rears those little squirts
Some ripe figs had already fermented.
Were the ants_ hornets drunk with nature's wine
As on fermented figs they richly fed?
Didn't they know that those figs were mine?
Nature's plants and animals compliment
Each other, that's surely self-evident
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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