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Ed Meek is a Somerville poet residing in Davis Square. His latest book of poetry is titled High Tide.
Malevolent Design
Slinky caterpillars, fuzzy brown and red-dotted–
fingers with half a dozen legs,
drop from above onto your neck
and crawl down your shirt
in search of food.
They remain hungry
even after denuding
every deciduous tree in sight
until the trunks stand naked
like skinny kids in the middle of summer.
Now they’re stressed like the rest of us,
susceptible to fungus and disease.
Intelligent design profiles butterflies
with their sun-splashed yellow
and orange polka-dotted wings.
They could well be queens
or kings of their domain.
But what kind of god
would fashion gypsy moths?
Each stage of growth worse:
from egg to larva to pupa to moth.
Fecund females lay 1000 eggs
beneath the unsuspecting bark of trees.
You’d think their saving grace
might be that by summer’s end
they die—thwacking into window screens
desperately searching like the rest of us
for the light. But no.
They’ll be back again
to feast on our canopy.
— Ed Meek
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Excellent poem, Ed!!! One of Nature’s many warnings. Do Gypsy moths have natural predators or are they an invasive species?