Sunday, January 24, 2010

The waiter is served*

The waiter is served*

The tree branch hides a treat
It sits there clinging by its feet
It has vibrations in smell
A host comes as it sensed and fell
It does a walk on its back and sticks
This little bug Now has his meal, he is a tick

Dom*Colucci 2010
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