Wee Chemical Laundrymates
skip under extension cord hammocks,
content to while away their youth
in an mundane–and rather uncouth–fashion.
The parents never stuck around
to check the progression of their progeny,
evolution’s made their job
easier than most folks’.
All they have to do
is ensure the forward momentum
of their species, then they can
vacation around the world
without a care to be found,
living out their golden years with zeal
renting catamarans and pontoons.
They’re seemingly always on open water,
they seek it out instinctually
and with a vengeance, especially
when their days of procreation have ceased.
If it ever came down
to floating in a pond
versus protecting offspring from predators,
recreation would win every time.
WHARVED 