Hidden in the Forest
We rip apart the Earth on which we stand, Try tame the wild for all that we have planned; Now caught up in our thoughts
Disease
Disgusting Holes
Running in dread from the The sickly secret of a Bee’s honeycomb, My nightmares are full of Buttered English muffins That morph into Deathstalker scorpions,
Some Bed Bugs are Chromophobic
These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green. Lilac and
Flowers for Mosquitos
The Asian tiger mosquito’s a pest, It’s a vector of death-causing disease; In urban locations it makes its nest, And whilst the sun is up