Short Larval Poems

These big mother mayflies
spend larval lives in mud
eating detrital crud,
then molt and take to skies
to mate, lay eggs and die
hand on to newer blood.

Freedom's brief days  passed
water phase starts anew
next cycle to accrue.
From time's undying past
through eons  have they last,
each generation true.

Delectable to trout,
match the hatch or you're out.



Inspired by John Gerrach's Sex, Death and Flyfishing...

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tadpoles growing in a pond
anxious for the great beyond
decreased numbers, fairly grim
takes too long to grow a limb

hiding from the larger fish
trying not to be a dish
feeding on the larval flies
protein bars in strange disguise

gain a voice before you croak
caught up in a ghastly joke
wishing you could wave a wand
hop out of this brackish pond

finally you climb a log
live your days out as a frog
in the water for a rinse
back on lookout for your prince
...

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