A maggot, high up in a tree, <br />lived there with family of ten, <br />in roomy hollows of decay <br />and she remembered back to when <br />her husband had, while sound asleep, <br />rolled out of bed and fell to ground. <br />He broke his neck, the fall was steep <br />and lay there, still, without a sound <br />until a bird had picked him up <br />to take him back to sparrow's nest. <br />Announced 'You kids, I have some grub'. <br />Meanwhile our maggotmum got dressed <br />and told her kids to stay indoor, <br />while she would go to Rabbit' Heaven, <br />where cabbage could be had, and more. <br />She would be back around eleven <br />with food to feed their hungry mouths. <br />So, off she went and down the tree, <br />in early morn' she ventured south. <br />At the horizon she could see <br />the greenest fields and garden plots. <br />So, being careful, mark my words, <br />she watched for giant juggernauts, <br />but most of all she feared the birds. <br />The cabbage patch looked appetising, <br />she stuffed her pockets to the hilt, <br />and in the East the sun was rising, <br />she'd hurry or the food would wilt. <br />And, once again, she stayed alert, <br />got to the bottom of her tree, <br />worn out and swollen feet that hurt, <br />yet up she climbed the same as he <br />-her husband- always had ascended: <br />One foot, of many, up a notch, <br />then roll your body sideways, splendid. <br />It guarantees you speed as such. <br /> <br />And, when she rested at the door, <br />there was no sound from the inside. <br />She called her kids, then called some more, <br />fear dilated her pupils wide. <br />And then, the biggest, foulest mess <br />of bird poo that she'd ever see <br />was right in front of her distress. <br />And so she turned - jumped off the tree.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maggot-suicide/
