An earwig, brown and also shiny <br />sat on a river bank, alone. <br />Compared to others he was tiny, <br />a critter made of skin and bone. <br /> <br />This mission's solitary aim <br />was simply to elucidate <br />his role in God's creation game, <br />to find himself, at any rate. <br /> <br />For many long and lonely hours <br />he stared into the stream's reflection. <br />Half sitting in a sea of flowers, <br />a specimen of weird perfection. <br /> <br />And when the Moon arrived at last, <br />dead shadows out to find their prey, <br />the little guy crawled very fast <br />into a giant stack of hay. <br /> <br />His intricate, but feeble mind <br />was at a loss as much as ever, <br />his image, front and from behind <br />did look presentable, but never <br /> <br />would he resemble to keen eyes <br />a hairless critter, plain and nude, <br />and to this day he does despise <br />the EARWIG name as rather crude.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-earwigs-have-hair/
