Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Thermometer calls the shots these days,

and when He sanctions motion,

you move.

Tentative,

your frozen form

shakes off stupor

and snaps out of suspended animation,

cryogenic catharsis.

It’s business as usual –

until

Thermometer’s meteoric fall

puts you back

on ice.

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It’s hard to imagine being frozen solid one moment, and creeping around the next – but with temperature fluctuations come mini miracles, when you are an insect… What a resilient race, to unashamedly seize each and every moment of favourable circumstances!   Can I learn something from a bug?