Insects Agony Or Pleasure
Gossamer silk strings were woven into a work of art.
Dandling from a shrub and glittering with dawn impart
As dainty as a mutter, obliterated by an odd downpour.
And the artist must start at the inception of his explore.
They swing for me in the faint light till the evenfall.
Those fireflies move around in the dusk, too small.
My ingenuity is loaded with delightful charm.
As though love and flow beget all spars swarm.
Dragonflies are reckoned precisely to be apivorous.
Others wittily utter satan sustains them to gauge souls.
Dragonflies were typically the handy devil's Horse.
They persist bugs that swill a haul of active mosquitos.
Violent nature's peculiar brightness dwarfs anybody.
It's less remarkable than most people worry!
Frail creatures, plants, and minor bugs all communicate.
It's in their critical minds and unique dialects, supinate.
They befall welds for hearing from a convenient distance.
What individuals express verbally or divine omniscience,
They correctly display a loyal line of powwows with God.
They carefully review God and bow in ways we ignored.
You may warily aid animals birds and rare insects.
Sustain the valid pact with the blameless, lovely spirits.
The trees, plants, and rocks naturally involve our focus.
They are aiding earth discreetly and replacing the bogus.
Why kill a bug? What makes it equivalent to promptly kill?
Bugs, territory, and the imminent threat of danger shrill,
Others maim people by sucking blood or aggravating skin.
To spare their lives from being grabbed! can this be sin?
Written: January 16, 2022
Insects Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
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