Ode To The Dung Beetle
Oh noble beetle you never paid toll
for strange little balls you're compelled to roll.
From pastures green the treasures you find,
to others seem bizarre, but you don't mind.
You select a dish, it must be precise,
ingredients fresh, yet ones you can slice.
The cow-patties cut and divided with care,
you begin your journey with a certain flair.
While others may cringe, you manners condemn,
still proudly you march with that smelly gem.
With winter coming on you know there's need,
you've a mate to support and mouths to feed.
Now you may ask, pondering God's green earth,
what in the world is a tumblebug worth?
But as walks we take over meadows clean
and see him working, must never be mean.
For you see, my friend, if it wasn't for he
just in how much danger we might be.
So give a salute to this trustworthy trooper,
for in him we have nature's own pooper-scooper.
Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.