Bugsies galore

While stepping back from my writing to pee,
I picked an apple from our own apple tree,
and walked out to the back among the flora and filigree
to eat, and to see what there was to espy.
A bee? An orangish looking flea!
Ah what more would there be!?

Completing my peeing I ran into the house,
picked up my camera to find that colourful louse,
and began to snap and to shoot and to see more and more
than just that one bug out there, there were bugs galore.

I saw this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one, 

and this one,

and this one,

and this one,

and this one,

and this one.

And no matter how high, no, no matter how low,
I could not that orangish bug find for you here to show.
I kept snapping and shooting,
and scratching and rooting,
until I had to pee once again.
Which I did, right here.

Then I ran back inside,
to write this aside.
For the things on my blog

are more than a log,
they're a wondrous distraction
from this life of a dog.


Aaaaand for your viewing and listening pleasure (a humorous song/video I've finally found), What about that apocalypse candle we bought together? (actually it's Trevor, by George Westerholm)

Rode 53 ks today (the Letellier - St. Joe loop) at a 32.52 kph average.