Preparation
Shy and busy meadow mouse,
Scamper to your tunnel house.
Something in the wind says, “scurry”,
Seasons change, it’s time to hurry.
Days grow short and nights grow cold;
Eat as much as you can hold.
Tunnel down and burrow deep;
Pass the winter wrapped in sleep.
–Blanche Day Manos
A Busy World
The grass blows quietly in the breeze,
But under it all, where nobody sees,
A small, crawly world
Is creeping.
Busy, black beetles bustle along,
A cricket is creaking a gravelly song,
While a lazy brown bug
Lies sleeping.
The spider spins softly, a katydid sings,
A small caterpillar is dreaming of wings,
And the colors he’ll soon
Be showing.
Creatures that crawl and scuttle and scurry
Some who go slowly, and others who hurry
Have purposes, patterns, and ways
Worth knowing.
–Blanche Day Manos
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