Another Failed Attempt

Another failed attempt.
Nature laughs in contempt
or in contemplation.
The other failed attempts
hover like ghosts incensed.
Either ether or intents;
ruinous is the empathy.

Failed again? Don’t look so down
and there really is a new tomorrow.
I’ll take that bet, you will regret
look here, Charlie– he’s a winner.
Every dog has their day but;
don’t pee on my leg and tell me that it’s raining.

At the end of the day
the goal is to get Charlie to a partner.
That is our quest, but I think it fair to warn you.
Each female can breed on their own.
Moreover they don’t need the male,
“Parthenogenesis” or something it’s called.
The adult females only live for a couple of hours.

Hour nine, 5pm
Another Failed Attempt
(form Acrostic/ syllabics)
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone