morning lawn
soil boils these up,
sprung from and to life
the larvae of June bugs
are what the scolded dog
dug for with her head-tossed
glee, snapping more air
than bodies. no necks
to break with a shake.
they are not of this world yet,
lit to be moons for earthworms
what of this sun and motion?
no earth to press back?
lardy white snacks,
feather-stem legs curled in
these globs of shed dirt
these brown-headed grubs
call skunks as if they’re
scented as if in heat.
the skunks come and
uncover lunches.
the rooting and rutting
season has begun.
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Rooting and rutting. Interesting line.
Ah…spring. Suddenly arrived.
Japanese beetle grubs here.
Everything is tired from the
two floods though.
I always dread the skunks..
more for what awful stuff they dig and
eat than for the scent.
“lit to be moons. thru..sun and motion”
section is the ultimate spot for me.
“Lit to be moons for earthworms” got me. The microcosm of the universe is here. I respect the magic.
I had never read a beautiful poem about grubs in my life. Until today!
your observation of that simple event is so beautiful…love the pic…!!
Wow, now I am thinking of grubs in a whole different light.
Wonderful look at a piece of nature one rarely sees and surely one for which I had NO cognizance. 🙂 Nice read with provocative thoughts.
What wonder you have uncovered on the morning lawn.
the dog with her “head tossed glee”, the grubs, “lit to be moons”…”of sun and motion”
If only we stopped and looked. What an amazing celebration. I am filing this under favorite poems to be savored.
wonderful as to what inspired you and your poem.
I had no idea that skunks eat things like this. I recently found a dead skunk in my pond… how did that happen, a mystery.
Ah, Tammie, “drunk as a skunk” is based on something I guess. the natural fermenting something and skunk makes a misstep seeing double?
I think my dogs would like them, yours for sure. The little toy poodle eats stranded earthworms after a rain. The beagle digs them out of the grass. 🙂
This is a neat poem. I didn’t know they were the larvae of June bugs?
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You have expressed this really beautifully 🙂
Marinela x