I was strolling through the garden
this warm, enchanted summer's eve.
When for some odd reason,
I realized - I've been a bit naïve.
For, before this very moment,
I've never thought of ladybug toes,
of butterfly kisses, bumblebee knees,
or does a cricket really have a nose.
It's these little important things
that I really do not know.
Like, "if ants wore pants -
where would the zipper go?"
This thoughtful curiosity, though,
has quite taken me by surprise.
Are daddy-long-legs footloose
and what is the color of their eyes?
Does the mantis really know how to pray?
Might an aphid have a dimple on her chin?
Does the male black widow taste like chicken?
And is dining on your lover, really such a sin?
With so much new to consider -
now that I have seen the light.
I really must take my leave.
For my quest is now insight.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.