#9: Zipping Around the Garden
Hold on tight.
Take a ride on an insect.
A massive dragonfly visited my window while I was doing the dishes last week, and I recently learned that dragonflies are one of the world’s most efficient hunters.
It also recently came to my attention that if you use the common meter in poetry, it can sync up perfectly with the theme song from Pokémon.
This potent combination of seemingly unrelated facts sent me on a daydream which became the poem(?) below. I may or may not have finished the dishes.
I find myself lost in the yard -
A decimated speck.
No leigh of stone, no shelter here -
Hairs leaping off my neck.
Two bulging eyes identify
myself as naught but prey.
Glittering death descends like hell.
One chance: to mount away.
Soaring now between four wings -
My ornithopter clear
of grass and brush, I’m not its lunch -
Ants seem like ants up here.
