Insects

In my consign of living, nature in its fullness bends, Creepers, climbers, insects and flies are, hence, in abundance; House-flies relish our rooms, floors, beds, heads, faces, feet and food, Ants are awesome! Butterflies, here, are auspicious and good...! Buzzing sound of wasps puzzles us; though wasp-sting is aching, We apply local herbs, lest the poison turns life-taking; Beetles are under or over in any leaf, strolling, Children play with them; like blood-buddies; bowling and rolling...! Moths are around our lights and lamps; shaking their silver-dust, They fly and fall in mouths of lizards, as though them they trust; Cockroaches, like honey-spoons, are in our kitchens each night, And, frightening small girls, during days they're not out-of-sight...! Crickets hide in our shoes often, benumbing us with scare, Try to squeeze them out of anger; they'd race you everywhere; Grasshoppers are our friends too; children love their company, Yet when they ruin our crops, pesticides wreck them grumpily...! Spiders, lice and worms - insects flying, climbing or creeping, Weevils, Trichoptera, Orthoptera... secret- keeping; Insects, like very siblings, parts and parcels of our life, Our existence, like graveyards, is dead, if with them no strife...! 15 January 2022 Insects Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Angela Tune