The Cicada Advantage
Backyard spider considers yesterday’s booty—
trio of cicadas, each five times its size. They wriggle
against thin-gauge web, but it holds, dances
to their shrill wingbeats, never loosening its sticky grip.
Spider licks its lips, weaves on. Meanwhile, lured
by ungainly bait, pileated woodpecker pair
scales phone pole, high and low, fiery heads bobbing,
feasting on today’s red-eye breakfast special.
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Terrific detail. Also quite like the couplet structure, which give this a beautiful structure.
This such a tight poem and it’s really good. Here’s the sentence that thrilled me — “Meanwhile, lured
by ungainly bait, pileated woodpecker pair
scales phone pole, high and low, fiery heads bobbing,
feasting on today’s red-eye breakfast special.”
Interweaving life of nature, nothing
without everything else
Each couplet is a true jewel.
What a beauty of a poem. Particularly enjoyed the “red-eye breakfast special.” Gave me a good laugh.
The cycle of nature, beautifully-put. And the structure is perfect!
Your images are impressive. lovely poem. Like your use of couplets.