Today, midweek, I’m garden chilling,
no pesky mean metal mamas mowing,
they are the weekend boys.
Nope, just me and the big blue sky
and hey, you know what even?
That old Sun is shining.
Then what happens? Dang.
Those flaunty sparrows tip the Tit and Jay
I’ve got seed!
and that’s the end of peace for today.
They get so close I am moving up!
In my own garden! Seriously.
But this is not the main deal yet –
Well bless my odd socks,
the entire ‘nature thing’ begins
make the biggest darn racket ever:
bees bumbling, crows cawing,
old man Slug chewing on me lupin…
My garden so loud the world is rocking!
Well, think on it. Be churlish to vamoose.
This is some kind of party, maybe?
Nature doing what Nature does pretty well.
So
I am coming out, creepy sneaking
from under my pot. Segments waving,
fourteen hip dancing legs grooving at a time.
Get with Nature’s freaky beat,
Coz, creatures, we are the party!
we are the real deal.
I’m telling you. Come on down my garden!
Give it some WOODLOUSE WELLY!
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Julia I thought this excellent from beginning to end. My only hope is you do not catch flack over what seems like ‘darky’ speak. It made me feel a tad uncomfortable though it was done very well, but I have a great deal of trolerance when really good art is involved.>KB
KB – Thank you for your comment. Language fascinates me. My writing uses expression which is that of the characters of my imagination – in this case a woodlouse. I use all the tools in my box to create poems. If I intend to offend, I will say so in the work.
I really enjoyed natures jam session Julia !!
Thank you Audra x
Loved this Julia – life from a woodlouse’s angle. Love those little brown things – their legs always remind me of eyelashes…
Anna :o]
Ha ha, eyelashes eh? I’ll have to go take another look!