Questions For A Firefly

Firefly up in the sky
tell me do you ever tire
of flying around with your butt on fire?
And with that flaming, glowing ass
do you fear setting fire to the grass?
Do you ever have to wear sun glasses
to protect your eyes from other fireflies’ asses?
Is one of those things you have to learn,
keep your distance so your face won’t burn?
As you’re gliding through the night
with your rear-end shining bright
do you ever worry that
you’re a target for a hungry bat?
I guess bats don’t hunt with their eyes
so that blazing butt will be quite a surprise.
And what about those nights it rains
are you afraid it might put out your flames?
What would your life be all about
if your pilot-light goes out?

Earthlings

Some with two legs
Some with four
Some with six legs
Some with more

Some with feathers
Some with hair
Some with fur
Some are bare

Some have arms
Some have fins
Some have wings
Some just skins

Some with noses
Some with snouts
Some with beaks
Some without

Some make noises
Some can speak
Some are silent
Some can shriek

Some have fingers
Some have claws
Some have hoofs
Some have paws

Some in dens
Some at home
Some in nests
Some just roam

Some are yellow
Some are blue
All are different
One is you

Honey Bee

“You’re one in a million ,”
that’s what they say
but when I look around
I don’t feel that way
there are thousands of others
we all look the same
the fact I’m a honey bee
may be to blame
I have some ideas
about how things should be
but I’m just a worker
no one listens to me
if I do my own thing
I’ll create a big scene
and there’ll be hell to pay
when it reaches the queen
so I just keep working
and cleaning the hive
and packing up honey
to keep us alive
then off to get nectar
I’ll make a bee line
out into the meadows
to see what I find
I’m a worker bee
no time to relax
when I finish that
I have to make wax
to cap off the cells
and repair broken comb
why couldn’t I be
just a lazy old drone?

Night Sky

all the wonders that the daylight conceals
come out of hiding when the night sky reveals
moons, planets, floating debris
all kinds of interesting things to see
shooting stars may fill the skies
or maybe simply fireflies
space stations, shuttles, satellites
maybe a show of the Northern Lights
bats and moths may fill the air
we know mosquitoes will be there
when our massive sun has left the skies
a million little suns arise
all these things the night sky can provide
but you’ll miss them all if you don’t go outside

Bumblebee

You’re way too fat you’ll never fly
just look around and you’ll see why
all the other flying things
have skinny bodies with great big wings

I think perhaps your biggest trouble
your abdomen’s shaped like a bubble
and how do you plan to get around
when all that pollen weighs you down?

You get nowhere near the buzz
as your cousin the honey bee does
There’s no one building you a hive
trying to help you to survive

Oh. Bumblebee can you explain
those tiny wings of cellophane
So, Bumblebee please fly for me
and help me solve this mystery

Inchworm

Poor little inchworm
with all his inchworm traits
crawled onto the yard stick
but he was only seven-eighths
“it’s because of your posture”
his mother did say,
“there’s a hump in your back
that just won’t go away”
“I forgot about my hump,”
he said with a laugh
then he stretched himself out
to an inch and a half

Caterpillar

nothing there that I can see 
to show what you’ll turn out to be 
not a hint, not a clue 
of what you’re going to turn into
what the future will affirm 
for this fuzzy, chubby worm 
when it finally comes to term
only then can we confirm 
spend some time in seclusion 
to complete your grand illusion 
after you have shed a skin 
reveal the loveliness within