Greetings, Poetry Friends!
If school bells are ringing in your neck of the woods, hope all is starting smoothly.
A couple of times on Facebook recently, I've posted pix of our resident Golden Orb Weaver this summer. (It's a habit - I did the same thing a couple of years ago, too.) She started out in the carport, a Baby Daddy came and went, and then she disappeared for a couple of days - I'm guessing to lay her egg sacs?
Lo and behold she returned and strung up a web adjacent to the first one, but this one RIGHT next to the kitchen door. (So close that I put a sticky note warning on the inside.)
Anyway, I think it's the same spider - I consulted my Go-To naturalists/children's authors - our own Buffy Silverman
and my SCBWI Southern Breeze long-time-buddy Heather L. Montgomery
. They said it was plausible, so we're sticking with it.
Interesting behavior note: When my hubby enters and exits the house, this goddess-size spider scurries up her web to the tippy top. When I go in and out, she stays put in the middle. It doesn't seem to matter if we are holding our wee Chihuaha, Rita - I thought maybe that was the trigger - but she's fine if I've got the dog. Jeff is about five inches taller than I am; maybe that's it? Or maybe he just gives off stronger vibes?!
You'll see the latest photo I shared above. I was mighty impressed that our outdoor house guest caught a big ol' cicada for a meal. (And if you think that's creepy, at least I spared you the visual of her actually dining on her supersized lunch...) Yesterday she enjoyed what appeared to be an ill-fated Junebug.
This week, in addition to spider-watching, I also took our youngest back to college for his senior year, sniff-sniff, up in the North Georgia mountains. You come across some pretty fun names of roads up there.... I actually turned around and pulled off the road to snap the picture of that sign. [Some of you would have done the same thing, I know!]
I absolutely love that word, "Bugscuffle"! And I thought, I wonder what kind of inspiration some of you might find in it? (Google tells me it's the name of a town in Texas, but otherwise I don't know much about it.)
So here's a Poetry Friday pick-me-up just for fun. If you are so led, please leave a short (up to six lines) poem with the title "Bugscuffle" in a comment below, and I'll post your literary works of art in this main post throughout the day. (Legal housekeeping: By posting your amazing words, you are agreeing that they are yours and that I can share them here with a copyright notice with your name.) Thanks!
What Say You?
Well, look who's swinging in Spiderman-style Thursday evening to start us off with a delicious, raucus rumble! (Thanks, Matt.) :0)"Bugscuffle"
A bug stole a chocolate truffle,
which started a crazy kerfuffle.
The beetles and ants fought with fists, jeers, and chants -
It was quite a colossal bug scuffle.
- ©2016 Matt Forrest Esenwine
And a wonderful, early and inspired poetic gift from Down Under - Thanks, Sally!At the Web-Club
- ©2016 Sally Murphy
[And here we go Friday morning. This Come-As-You-Are Bugscuffle Party is even more fun than I was hoping - Thanks to all you crazy-talented, challenge-loving poetry people for jumping in!]Bugscuffle
the corner dust
one bug scuffles,
another is trussed.
- ©2016 Diane Mayr
Right on Hardscrabble and left at Flack-Fluffle.
Go round the gob-smacked moose
(his lady played fast and loose).
Just stay to the right, then left at Bugscuffle,
We'll be waiting with a cup of juice.
- ©2016 Brenda at friendlyfairytales
One bug wander
Two bug tango
Three bug bustle
Four bug scuffle
- ©2016 Julieanne
Courting a glance,
defensive stance …
slowly advance …
victor guttles …
-©2016 Kat Apel
You sneezed, Gesundheit!
my retort, as Ms. Spider
untangled eight legs.
-©2016 Linda Mitchell
What’s a bugscuffle?
Wondered Miss Tuffle,
Who scampered in ruffle
Unpacking her duffle.
Not knowing how to scuffle,
She scampered & shuffled,
With her flowing ruffle
Proudly swaying her bustle.
~©2016 Carol Varsalona
A good bug scuffle
May ruffle some feathers
No matter whether
You choose to kick
Off your shoes
And get into it
Or sit this one out.
-©2016 Linda Christoff
Unarmed and be-
--©2016 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
Spider spun a sticky line.
Cicada crashed into it.
Spider thought that she would dine--
but cicada frazzled through it.
--©2016 Buffy Silverman
They can't can-can
A line of millipedes readied to Rockette,
to do high kicks and bum wags in high spirits,
but the dancers were reduced to a pile of rubble
when their legs tangled in a buggyscuffluffle.
- ©2016 Tabatha Yeatts
[Happy Saturday. By the way, there's a Baby Daddy on the scene again in the big ol' web....]
Alice chimed in that she did a "bugscuffle" Google search and might have to write a post about it, beginning this way:Bugscuffle?
The Bugs don't seem to care
'Cause they've . . .
And from Heidi:Bugscuffle Road
It's a dead end down at Bugscuffle Road
where the skeeters rumble horseflies late at night.
The "best" insects live up on Dragonfly Bluff,
big rolling fields under wide blue sky.
Just below that is Honeybee Hill,
where hardworking folks take their rest.
I make my home here on Ladybug Lane
in a snug spotted cottage. It's the best.
-©2016 Heidi Mordhorst
(Ha! Love those buggy social classes!)
and from Catherine:Bugscuffle
The air was so humid and hot,
the cockroach simply forgot
to scurry away
at the start of the day,
not bugscuffle at dawn down Broadway!
- ©2016 Catherine Flynn
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