The zoo at my feet

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   Posted June 19, 2025 at 5:44 pm | Permalink

   The zoo
   At my feet ;

   Midsummer evening
   Soaking the rays
   Giving thanks and praise
   Coffee and a smoke
   On the concrete step
   Movement catches attention
   Ants milling about
   A clock beetle enters the Frey
   Two tone flies stop gap
   It mimics the wasp
   But floats to and fro
   Along comes mister bumble
   Clover pouting all over
   Not forgetting the ever present
   The pied little jumping spider
   All at my feet
   Not a zoo
   But a treat.
   Anthony Mc Gann
   18/6/25. 19:27.