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Earwigs Assuming earwigs have a perspective, Beyond finding what’s for dinner in my garden, And beyond loving something to sleep beneath, While the summer sun sings Old Man River, Their tiny brains must also be programmed for their comfort, like all God’s creatures. That is probably why they crawl up into my straw And dream of that snug feeling before their life began. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2014-09-29 10:08:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Excellent visuals and a whole lot of empathy that always gives rise to remarkable poetry. I wanted the poem to be longer