You with unequal wings, transparent pairs
laced like ancient Greek shields or warped tennis
rackets. You whose compound eyes somehow stare
both east and west, glare stalking our menace
mosquito or filthy fly. Your legs six
jagged sticks void of walking option, sly
as slick card dealer shuffling sneaky tricks,
snagging a load of victims in one try.
How do I praise you as admirable
yet urge you to commute our honeybee,
preserve our winged monarch and admiral?
I wonder, do you sing? Ever feel free,
within poor nature’s now expendable laws,
to laugh aloud through your extendable jaws?
Roger Armbrust
June 7, 2010
