Written to support Rachel, who has a blog for Nature lovers. Visit Naturetableexplorer.blog
Oh Flies, beware, the Venus Trap, so versatile is she,
Her ever open, scented cups, are beautiful to see.
But hidden in their fond embrace, are trigger hairs that sense
Any careless insect, that ventures to her scents.
When lo, in seconds split, the trap well laid, is sprung
The plant consumes the insect, whether old or young,
Then later, after time well spent, absorbing all the food,
It opens up its leaves again, for in Nature ‘Greed ain’t rude’,
Just the best way to survive, is by taking every chance,
But don’t leave your fingers, in these carni-vor-ous plants!
It seems when I have just stepped back
To give my mind a rest;
Your words emit a siren’s call
To put me to a test.
No matter how I want to say
In prose, a word of praise
My mind will not cooperate;
Thus to you my glass I raise.
Your verse has stirred within me
The need to pen a line.
But, no matter how compared to you
My friend, I’ll always be behind.
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