Spring is always a time of hope, and it won't be long until frogs call to each other in a nearby pond. I need to hear this insistence on life in the wake of reports out of Ukraine, and the dead insects I find cleaning the cabin.
Caught
A spider belly-up in the water pitcher.
A housefly garotted in a skylight web.
A chipmunk snookered by a mousetrap
guarding the garage.
A smattering of Asian beetles like currants
dotting the cabin floor.
A crush of frogs in flagrant delecto
croaking delight in a springtime rite.
Their serenades reaffirming life despite
the workaday carnage of critters,
the blues of daily news.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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