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Tropical Gig

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Tropical Gig

A cricket and a katydid in need of some excitement
when the cold winds started, and with no other incitement,
set out on upon a sea journey, their ship an old guitar.
(It wasn’t very roomy. Oh, but it was yar!)

They christened her as Lulabelle after an old amor.
They thought they’d sail the whole wide world from shore to shore to shore.
Setting off from Mexico, they drifted with the breeze,
their water and provisions stacked up around their knees.

The cricket sang such lullabies. The katydid chimed in,
a catfish as a tagalong stroked rhythms on its fin.
Guileless in their motives, they sought no fame nor riches.
From port to port they drifted, with only minor glitches.

On Isla Mujeres, they met a small land crab
that had been used in research in an oceanic lab.
It lit up in the darkness with a thousand little lights.
And so they offered it a ride to light up starless nights.

They drifted off to Cuba atop an ocean swell,
telling all the stories that they had to tell.
Traitorous loves and conquests, flight through the summer night.
The sand crab told of capture after a valiant fight.

The cricket had such stories of houses he’d been in.
The katydid could mime a leaf: long and green and thin.
When they made their music, the crab just clacked its claws.
All night they chirred and clattered—sometimes without a pause.

By the time they got to Cuba, they had a stirring act.
They drew the gulls and pelicans to listen—it’s a fact!
They got a gig in Havana, playing in a bar,
drawing folks to hear them from both near and far.

The cricket’s name is Chirrup and and Katydid is Slim.
The Crab’s name is Oblongus—based on the shape of him.
Their act can be heard nightly in the ocean dunes,
where they will serenade you with their blended tunes.

 

 

 

Prompt words for today are guitar, guileless, traitor, research and excitement.

Mercy Oath

Mercy Oath

I have mercy on spiders and crickets and snakes.
I swerve on the highway for animals’ sakes,
but I swat at mosquitoes and execute flies
when they land on my food or dive bomb my eyes.
I do not like insects to invade my bod
like noseeums that dive in a suicide squad.

I poison leaf cutters and stomp on each roach
and execute scorpions that dare to encroach
on my personal space. There’s a place here for all,
but not on my floor or pillow or wall.
Though I don’t wish to be overly cruel,
each thing in its place is the usual rule.

Ladybugs, dragonflies, butterflies and
hoppers and roly-bugs are simply grand.
I’ll rescue bees when they fall in my pool.
Wasp nests I’ll leave as a usual rule
if they are no danger to human or cats.,
and my tejas are havens for dozens of bats.

Possums in my bushes and nests in each tree
are not a problem. They don’t bother me.
We’re all placed in this world to subsist with each other
which means we must learn to exist with each other.
So I here take a vow to hurt no living thing
that doesn’t eat plants or bite, pinch or sting.

 

The prompt today is mercy.