Li Na on the March of Dimes

Li Na on the March of Dimes, a photo by DrPhotoMoto on Flickr.

Eastern Tailed Blue

Eastern Tailed Blue, a photo by DrPhotoMoto on Flickr.

Black Swallowtail

Black Swallowtail, a photo by DrPhotoMoto on Flickr.

Sonnet to the Gemmed Satyr

Gemmed Satyr, a photo by DrPhotoMoto on Flickr.

Sonnet to Gemmed Satyr

Deep in the dark green forest I reside.
From leaf to stem I flutter and do hide.
For though my scales are brown and plainly laid.
Upon my wing a precious gem's displayed.

My nature is most virtuous and staid.
I just can't moult that pretty bold brocade.
Tis bright and white like Venus in the sky!
It's blue and black dimensions please the eye.

Like a vane this gem doth pull and guide,
A vanity that spans the bridge of sighs.
Sooner than be seen by those who'd eat me!
I'll hide out in the forest most discreetly.

Sooner than be gleaned by those who'd sight me.
I'll hide and wear this gem that most delights me.

A Walk in the Cemetary

Cemetary at Cashel Rock
Originally uploaded by DrPhotoMoto

Rusty hinges. The clanking of the gate.
Icy fingers clutch from the grasses, from those who wait.
Cinching my coat tails I ward them away.
The sunlight warms my spine.
"Not yet," I pray.

Autumn leaves blanket stone and vegetation.
Footfalls stir up a dank ematation.
"Join us," they whisper. "Join us," they say.
A light breeze scatters the pall.
"Not yet ... but not never!" I croak, "Just Not Today!"

MOTO

Photograph is of the Rock of Cashel in Tipperary, Ireland.

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.



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



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



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



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


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

Y'All Come Back Now, Hear?

Mothra is Coming

Connor Griffin Flannery
Originally uploaded by DrPhotoMoto

Grandparenthood is really great. I was calling my daughter in law to tell her grandma was on the way only that's not what came out. Here is my text message:

"Hello Jennifer. Fathra here. Mothra coming. Call Mothra soon."

You see being a grandparent means a metamorphasis has occurred. It seems all the time your children have been pregnant your wife has been in a cocoon. Then comes the big day and the cocoon opens and your wife has transformed.

You might wonder what I am doing at this moment. Yes I am sitting with my dog while Mothra has gone to be with Connor. God bless him!


MOTHRA holding Conner