Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Memory Lane: Wildlife

Today I'm giving you a childhood memory of mine in the form of a poem I wrote a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it.

Accidental Cruelty

We caught two scorpions
Under the rocks –
Into the jar
With dirt and twig:
An inch long each
And reddish-black.

We learned scorpions
Are territorial
Circling in their space
Deaf to our cheers
Turned to pleas
And admonishments.

One killed the other
And morosely we fed
The dead one to the ants
With their foot-tall hill
In our backyard,
And we pondered the champion.

A great idea!
He was strong –
He had killed a fellow scorpion.
We set him at the far edge
Of the red antropolis
And waited for the massacre

And we learned the power
Of overwhelming numbers
As our poor champion
Was carried off alive,
Accessories to arachnid murder
Twice in the space of an hour.

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