bustling bee pollinating
stunning flower blooms
glorious bouquet and colour
amusement with bumblebee
bug in a fairy dance
charming in a supple haze*
* The American 767 is:
a tristich, a poem in 3 lines. (Cool thing to know!)
syllabic, 7-6-7 syllables per line.
written with the name of a “bug” in it.
In a land of the very small, ants, crabs, they all crawl
I came to visit and see their world, like a dream-world
Ants build their nests where their treasures are buried
Termites are much older than the human race
Their soldiers and workers are usually blind
They live in the dark, their eyesight would be useless
A grasshopper and a beetle fighting, each one fearless
How about spiders, I wonder where they would be?
Brazilian wandering spiders, their bites are deathly
A tarantula can be a pet for its relatively harmless bite
Butterfly, bumble bee, wasp, hornet, I love their flights
Blue-fronted dancer, it dances and bounces along its way
Insects are all busy going about in their daily activities
Please don’t squeeze them, just enjoy their beauties