Little Things

little things

 

The forest path rich with loam

Neath deep branches spreading

Where the little creatures roam

Each morn outward heading

 

Beneath the fall of endless leaves

Through moss and lichen growing

Around the climbing roots of trees

Where daylight sometimes showing

 

While feast upon the forest’s wealth

Eyes watch from up above

And so they pass with careful stealth

Those eyes wish them no love

 

Those beetles bugs and worms all stray

Converting waste to soil each day

Doing nature’s work for all

From early spring til depths of fall

 

And when we walk within that wood

With sunlight splattered through

We have such lack of thought about

What these little creatures do

Reviews

[kentuck14]

Dave,
Thanks for taking us along on one of your nature walks . . . careful there, You almost stpeped on one of those beetles!
T.

[john l smith]

glad to have U along. I have a feeling you will make entertaining company

[kentuck14]

Thanks Dave. nice of you to say.

[Stella Armour]

We do indeed Dave, the life of onsects is fascinating especially those ant colonies ... proper little mini worlds down there on the woodland floor..

[john l smith]

Thanks Stella
They probably deserve at least, a triangular sonnet reward.

Tho' they have a homely mug
What would life without a bug
They deserve at least a tiny hug
For their muck about in gug

Ant colonies are works of art
usually down below our feet
but what when each little fart
gets into the food we eat