Caterpillar Convoy [Haiku]

caterpillar queue
marches in lockstep
across the road

Grass Yellow Butterfly [Tanka]

the Grass-Yellow finds
a place in the dry leaves
where its green tint
is more ornamental 
than it is camouflage

DAILY PHOTO: Silver-Washed Fritillary, Kaindy Lake in Kazakhstan

Taken in Kazakhstan in the summer of 2019 near Kaindy Lake.

Which Way Did He Go? [Common Meter]

A caterpillar scurried on
at such a rapid pace,
but I forget which way it went
because it lacked a face.

It looked the same this way as that -
bereft of front and back.
And how'd it know which way to go?
It must have had a knack.

Lily Moth Caterpillar [Tanka]

plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

Erratic [Haiku]

the butterfly
flies no straight lines, but
still finds the flower

Mantis Kung Fu [Common Meter]

A mantis landed on the rail,
and it put up its dukes
as one might expect of madmen
or drunken Irish kooks.

Why would one seek out a fair fight
with someone much bigger,
I shook my head and started to
engage in a snigger.

But then it did occur to me
that he couldn't stand elsewise.
So, I tried to gauge his intent,
and looked him in the eyes...

and he stomped me in my nether bits -
much to my surprise.

A Thousand Feet & a Foot-Long [Common Meter]

The millipede was a foot long,
but, some might ask, whose foot?
Its own feet being quite petite
might suggest Lilliput.

But though it wasn't a footlong foot,
it was long for a bug,
a worm, a beetle, a wood mouse,
a spider, or a slug.

A snake that long would be a babe,
or, at least, quite stunted.
So, now I find my amazement
being a bit blunted. 

Four Eyes [Haiku]

the glint in the eye
makes it look round and lustrous,
though it’s a moth wing

Butterfly Paralysis [Haibun]

Struggling to wiggle its wings, the butterfly warms in the morning sun. Is it like sleep paralysis - that hypnopompic impulse to flee that's stymied by stuck muscles? What's a wind gust or rapidly advancing shadow like for the butterfly? Normally, such occurrences would provoke an erratic fluttering away. But now the screaming instinct to wing away can't be answered. Does the butterfly know dread, or does it just quietly await the moment it's unfrozen?


cool morning -
a butterfly twitches,
but can't yet fly