my words, inspired by my muse, others too.
nature, her biodiversity, vast
to venture out, recording all I view
all joy, my never, ever ending task
creatures, not oft the public chance to view
pseudoscorpions, tiny, pin head small
mostly brownish, some red, and pink ones too
tiny wasps that hatch and form an oak gall
my words inspired by my muse, nature too
my muse, for nature, also has inklings
in her jungle, nature, she doth pursue
a tad more splendid than my tinkerings
together we often perambulate
on my shoulder, my invisible mate
Categories:
pseudoscorpions, muse, nature,
Form: Sonnet