Thoughts on a Spring Night (a poem by Mary Duce - my mom!)
It's 9 PM in Texas.
The June bugs have arrived.
They're crashing on our windows
And some of them survived.
They're beating out a rhythm
Of triumph over glass
They simply cannot fathom
They're better off in grass.
Their bodies litter sidewalks
They interrupt my peace
I wish there were a posse
Of June-bug death-police.
Oh why do June bugs come here
In April and in May???
If only they would disappear
Forever go away.
My night-time peace is bothered
By smashing sounds on glass
Don't let these ugly insects
Take kamikazi class.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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