Thermometer Calls the Shots

Thermometer calls the shots these days,

and when He sanctions motion,

you move.


your frozen form

shakes off stupor

and snaps out of suspended animation,

cryogenic catharsis.

It’s business as usual –


Thermometer’s meteoric fall

puts you back

on ice.


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?


Frothy cream on petalled plate,

Whipped and mounded, sugared fare;

Seasoned with a fruity mate,

Berry coulis, spread with care.

Foodie’s treasure, served in state,

High-class order, fine cuisine;

Chef’s creation, flavoured bait,

Insects love this sweet canteen!

Peonies are always buzzing with flies, and busy ants, which seem attracted by the sticky substance released by peony buds.  Imagine these as patrons at a fancy French Restaurant!