Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ode to the Ambush Bug


Cute For An Ambush Bug
Originally uploaded by DrPhotoMoto


She looks just like a flower,
But hasn't any scent,
Still as terracotta,
Void of sentiment.

Ambush Bug

Patience is her virtue,
Lurking is her game,
Stillness is her motto,
To eat you is her aim.

Ambush Bug

She wears an armored mantle,
Upon her dainty head,
With hands like lobster claws,
She holds you till you're dead.

Ambush Bug with Moth

Hasn’t any smile,
Her only tooth’s a fang
She fills you with digestive juice,
And drinks you all the same.

Ambush Bug

She's the be-all of beguilement,
Sister of Saddam Husayn,
If you’re thinking Ambush Bug,
That’s the bushwhackers name!

Samurai Assassin
Click on the above photo for a non poetic description of the ambush bug.

Y'All Come Back Now, Hear?
Y'All Come Back Now!