Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April
If you’d spent the winter
Sleeping deep down in the mud
You’d be snappish too!
Newspaper columns not published in any newspaper (and there's probably a reason for that)
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Roadside Snapping Turtle in April
If you’d spent the winter
Sleeping deep down in the mud
You’d be snappish too!
Lawrence Hall, HSG
An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet of Summer Bugs
(He was small in the spring)
When a tree frog moves up in the world
He becomes a fashionable window frog
No longer the pain of a rough tree bark life
But rather the pane of easy living
(He grew larger during the summer)
My bedroom window is his buffet
An all-he-can-eat buffet of bugs
Delicious summer bugs shared around
With an uncommon house gecko of style
(He’s really big now)
I look out at a hungry tree frog, you see
But now – is he looking hungrily in at me?
Lawrence
Hall, HSG
Fire Ants Devouring the Corpses of
Unhatched Wasps
Nature does not, in
the long run, favour life.
-C. S. Lewis, “On
Living in an Atomic Age,” 1948
A formation
of formicidae trekked north-northwest
Across a
vast and lonely sunbeaten expanse
Their imperial
quest a fallen wasps’ nest
Between a
lawn chair and a potted plant
The ants greedily
ripped open the paper shells
Like
Christmas crackers for the goodies inside
The
ghastly drippings of pupae in their jaws
Fragments
of dead wasplings for their demanding queen
A
formation of formicidae trekked east-southeast -
What,
then, is the number of an unnumbered beast?
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