The Giggle

The Giggle

In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows 'neath a starry night above
No bird beat wings, no mouse did squeak, not even an owl's hoot
did pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.

I stomped upon the cigarette, the embers fumed and fizzled
as I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle
Not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee
Behind the house down by the marsh's solitary tree

I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru grass. I parted a bush with fear
And beheld a sight not often seen but classified as rare
A tiny stadium filled with bugs, some odd, some known by name
were giggling, cheering in tiny voices at an insect Baseball game !

Miniature floodlights lit the diamond, a roach hit a highball fly
A beetle with cap and glove caught it, the audience roared and sighed
I couldn't believe it ! My mind was blown ! Legs and feet went limp
as mosquito vendors shouted "Get your hot dogs, burgers and shrimp"

Mesmerized, my face went slack, the muscles cramped my jaw
Only a spectacle like this comes once to remember forevermore
I moved and something snapped and cracked, a shrub, some twigs, a branch
All bugs did turn their eyes on me, their glare....an avalanche!

They scattered in an instant even turned off all the lights
and plunged the field in darkness making shadows of the night
The beating wings, the mouse's squeak, the owl's nightly hoot
pierced the calm to chase the bugs with abandoned hot pursuit
And the tiny voices faded 'neath a starry night above
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled marshy mud.
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