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The Giggle
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The Giggle |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud rose a Moon betwixt the shadows 'neath a starry night above. No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl's hoot did pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots. I stomped upon the cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled. As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle; not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee behind the house down by the marsh's solitary tree. I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru grass. I parted a bush with fear and beheld a sight, not often seen, uncommonly vivid and rare. A tiny stadium filled with bugs, some odd, some known by name were giggling, cheering in tiny voices at an Insect Baseball game! Miniature floodlights lit the diamond. A roach hit a highball fly. A beetle with cap and glove caught it. The audience roared and sighed. I couldn't believe it ! My mind was blown ! Legs and feet went limp as mosquito vendors shouted "Get your hotdogs, burgers and shrimp !" Mesmerized, my face went slack. The muscles cramped my jaw. Only a spectacle like this comes once to remember forevermore. I moved and something snapped or cracked, a limb, a twig, a branch. All bugs did turn their eyes on me. Their glare....an avalanche! They scattered in an instant, even turned off all the lights and plunged the field in darkness making shadows of the night. The beating wings, the mouse's squeak, the owl's nightly hoot now pierced the calm to chase the bugs in hungry, hot pursuit. And the tiny voices faded 'neath a starry night above in the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud. Namyh |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 What a wonderful fun write! I could almost see and hear this one, fireflies lighting up the field, roaches cracking the bats for a high fly! So much fine imagery! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What a delight!!! *S* And you're very lucky they just glared... you could have become a feast for them... stadium fare delivered! LOL |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
What a cute poem. Enjoyed it very much. Ida |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is so delightfully charming. Thank you for a wonderful bedtime story. I am off to sleep now and dream of your poem and the images in my head. Night, night. Alison |
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critical mass Member
since 2009-03-25
Posts 275Michigan |
This is great. That first line is quite a tongue twister. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Midnitesun – If this put a smile on your face, then I and it have done our jobs and thanks for stopping by with your wonderful words. Namyh suthern – You’re right! When they looked at me with their avalanche glances, I knew it was time to run. So I did but I left that out. However, I feel lucky not from escaping but because it was a delight for you. Thanks. Namyh Ida – I couldn’t ask for more than for your enjoyment. Thanks Ida. Namyh Alison – The animals watching the bug baseball game thank you. The bugs in the stadium and on the field thank you. And I assure you this author of a bug bedtime story thanks you. Sweet dreams. Nightey Night Alison. Namyh critical mass – Very perceptive of you. This one line rattled in my head for two weeks before anything was written. But once put on paper, the rest seemed to flow and reach its critical mass of completion. Thanks critical mass for your words. Namyh |
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Dog Junior Member
since 2009-04-09
Posts 48England |
wow thats a great read, very fun and lively poem, the images jump right out at you, i enjoyed that very much ! |
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