So Long, September

So Long, September

Preparation

Shy and busy meadow mouse,

Scamper to your tunnel house.

Something in the wind says, “scurry”,

Seasons change, it’s time to hurry.

Days grow short and nights grow cold;

Eat as much as you can hold.

Tunnel down and burrow deep;

Pass the winter wrapped in sleep.

                                   –Blanche Day Manos

A Busy World

The grass blows quietly in the breeze,

But under it all, where nobody sees,

A small, crawly world

Is creeping.

Busy, black beetles bustle along,

A cricket is creaking a gravelly song,

While a lazy brown bug

Lies sleeping.

The spider spins softly, a katydid sings,

A small caterpillar is dreaming of wings,

And the colors he’ll soon

Be showing.

Creatures that crawl and scuttle and scurry

Some who go slowly, and others who hurry

Have purposes, patterns, and ways

Worth knowing.

                                            –Blanche Day Manos

 

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