๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐น๐ถ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ผ๐ป
๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐บ
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 donโt 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 donโt 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.
Thereโs nothing tastier than a misguided bug
that thinks, for a moment all too brief,
that it just ingested enough protein to last until dayโs end.
The grogons lie motionless on the bank.
Theyโre 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.
Theyโre served up by the food chain.
