I do not wish to write a poem about a spider
instead of I want to write about a fly
that does not want to die a pest
but see himself as an aviator,
a hero of the World War.
Or maybe about a Dean Young’s moose
in lyrical fashion
I would rather a write an article
interviewing a worm,
half-drowned by the August rains
about the dire situation of the ravenous seagulls.
I have tried to do the taxes of the ant colony but
their deductions got too complicated, too many pheromones
or the romance novel of bees.
I would prefer to write an encyclopedia of famous beetles
in their little impeccable hats and their striking moustaches
or lacey parasols.
I won’t write about the ballet of spiders
that pirouette around the windowsill,
tip toe across the floor.
I just won’t.