A Life in the Day (of the Mayfly)

A Life in the Day (of the Mayfly)

Alight. All burning bright. Alive. Awake.

Like the Damselflies, Dragonflies and Mayflies;

in summer. Some last a couple years,

fewer don’t make it through spring,

even others live for just one day.

In the bog. There on lily pad

nestled atop the bent frond on

the frog pond, I hear a faint sound,

hidden under the gum wrapper blanket,

ensconced is our hero– Charlie, an egg.

Dewy and downy, and covered in soil.

Another mayfly, another mouth at the plate.

Young one fast find your place in this world

Or succumb to the toil.

Fast before she skates

to the other side of the log.

Hey Charlie! Take us on a trip,

even skip across the dish. We wish.

May you get to the other side.

Away with you now Charlie,

you still have time to live,

forget the time to die. Take flight.

Loosen up and have some fun.

You’ll make it through the night!

Hour One, 9am

A Life in the Day (of the Mayfly)

(form/ Acrostic /series 1 of 24)

Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone

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