The tiny black beetle
hurdles across the walkway,
craving the safety
of the tall verdant grass.
I set my book down
to watch his progress
on a warm spring evening.
Next,
I notice
a line of ants marching
toward food
or perhaps returning home.
A glance up reveals
small gnats dancing
in the sinking sunlight.
Suddenly,
the space
for quiet reading
has become a bustling metropolis.
Even in the calm of dusk,
I am reminded
our world teems
with buoyant life.
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Nature is amazing, and it teaches us so much! I love to watch the life around us, but I often forget to stop and look—thank you for the reminder!
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I love the alliteration of the sinking sunlight and the consonance of buoyant and verdant. This is a gorgeous snapshot of dusk. Thank you so much!
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Only you can depict a scene of swarming insects with such beauty. I almost forgot I hate bugs. The picture you paint, like your writing, is a natural wonder.
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So many words stick out to me here! Metropolis… hurdles… buoyant… I love the creative way you employed words to describe this quiet (or not so quiet) evening.
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I love how you tuned in to the smallest insects for this post. Most people would miss them. “Tall verdant grass” makes it seem like a real challenge from the beetle’s perspective.
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Ooh, you really brought the tiny “metropolis” to life in vivid detail! I liked how the early stanzas each focused on a certain kind of bug and the last couple brought them all together to help us feel the vastness of the life around you! Such a unique perspective!
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