A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair,
play dodgems, and they do not care,
`bout who did plant such seeds that grew.
That grew and grew `til leaves anew
tiered up and out as if they could
be stands held out –
as if they should
be hosts to louts that leap about,
that crash through
that care`bout nowt.
Copyright of text and image owned by Jay Cool, 19th September, 2021