Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Caught

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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