A Mosquito Sucking Nutrients from a Copperhead Moccasin
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If only life were quite as clear, precise
And simplified as Henri Rousseau’s views,
The jungle edges sharp and almost nice
As Sandro’s Venus, little to confuse
The eye. There’s nearly nothing simple in
Bing Videos
The truth about the world of nature. Stars
Eat up each other, constellations, too. They spin
As cannibals. The oceans fill with scars
From teeth of sharks and Killer Whales. The germs
And smaller evils, as bacteria
And viruses, cause Annie Dillard’s squirms
Inside, a vast death cafeteria.
Some victims are consumed from in the gut,
Their parasites enjoying harsh glut.
~ Phillip Whidden