I shot the breeze today
with crickets, beetles,
spiders and caterpillars,
we held a moot.
Each representative, a voice:
words in the clamour
to be heard
In these lands of
many common grasses,
breeze told anecdotes,
arachnid needs
and insect calls for attention
often get ignored
Stopping to sit,
look through clutches of eyes,
sing with rattled wings
and chew cud,
can help retune the din
to be cleanly heard
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
I shot the breeze today
with crickets, beetles,
spiders and caterpillars,
we held a moot.
Each representative, a voice:
words in the clamour
to be heard
In these lands of
many common grasses,
breeze told anecdotes,
arachnid needs
and insect calls for attention
often get ignored
Stopping to sit,
look through clutches of eyes,
sing with rattled wings
and chew cud,
can help retune the din
to be cleanly heard
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