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๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป

๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ



In the early morning,

the surface of the lake

swarms with midges so tiny

they can only be seen as a whole.


But the bigger flying senestas donโ€™t mind.

Green and sleek and buzz-winged,

they suck up these beasties by the cloud-full,

with nothing more than the flap of a mandible.


The cloxyx donโ€™t bother feeding on midges.

They prefer a meal of a juicy senesta

with its thorax bulging, its guts full.


And the zephons prey on the cloxyx.

Thereโ€™s nothing tastier than a misguided bug

that thinks, for a moment all too brief,

that it just ingested enough protein to last until dayโ€™s end.


The grogons lie motionless on the bank.

Theyโ€™re large and green

and blend in with the long grass.

What appears to be an energy-saving trance.

is really close observation

as the frenzied feeding plays out.

They love nothing more

than a juicy, exultant grogon.


The szyerdo is a giant compared to

the denizens of the lake environment.

They nest in huge trees,

watch from high branches,

plunge down on smug grogons

that are too sated to move.


Lombos devour szyverdos.

The giant hundred-eyed klooba

makes a constant meal of lombos.

And so on. And so on.

Only the uvic has nothing to fear

from other insects.

And it has a hankering for midges.

Those tiny treats make it to their guts eventually.

Theyโ€™re served up by the food chain.


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John Grey is an Australian poet residing in the US. His work has recently been published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review, and Connecticut River Review. Latest books, Leaves On Pages and Memory Outside The Head, are available through Amazon.


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