Bats and Spiders / We’re All Food

Hunter’s Creek

Do the flies know they’re food?

Do they know about the bats at night

And their echolocation

With a taste for bugs and blood?

Do they know about the webs

And the crafty spiders?

Do they know

About the croaks and the long, sticky tongues

By the water

Just waiting to pull them in and chomp their guts?

Where are these friends now

As I have a family of flies circling my head?

I could really use some bats and spiders

Seeing that I made an offer

Of my juicy blood and guts

Just by walking into these woods

We’re all food

Am I like a prime rib steak

Or more like sweet tea on a hot afternoon?

Certainly not a fresh salad

Filled with blueberries and carrots.

If only.

If I had the powers of photosynthesis

Would I turn myself tasty?

Offer up my offspring

As a secret treat?

That takes some guts,

Plant kingdom,

To put your faith in us.

What the fuck kind of insect repellent

Is writing a poem,

And how has this worked?

Where have all the flies gone?

Thank you, spirits of the bats and spiders

Just by thinking of you,

You’ve made my hike

So much more enjoyable.

Signed,

The guy without giant flies

Currently circling his head

Thank goodness.