It’s the Sweet Sixteen over at March Madness Poetry, and I’m still in the game. My word for this round is flagrant. My first thoughts about flagrant had nothing to do with biology or natural history–would it be possible for me to write a non-science poem?! Perhaps there would be a trial for some flagrant violation of the law–maybe a trial of a fairy tale character. What about Jack from Jack in the beanstalk? Or the giant? Or both Jack and the giant? I finally settled on Goldilocks, and thought of all that might be included in a summary for the prosecution and the defense of her breaking-and-entering trial. Surely Goldilocks had read the welcome mat and took it to heart. She probably saved the house from being burned down by taking the porridge off the stove. I googled “Goldilocks trial” in case there might be other ideas lurking…and found that my idea was less than original. There were plays, mock trials, you tube videos, and more. Back to the drawing board. Perhaps rules at school could be flagrantly ignored. But by whom?
Caterpillars, of course (so much for the non-science related poem.) I thought about an inchworm school where caterpillars learned to pose as sticks and leaves and flowers, and didn’t move for hours. What might happen if a flashy monarch caterpillar came along…would it flagrantly ignore the classroom rules because it’s distasteful to birds?
Here’s the poem I wrote, with apologies to any and all teachers in the audience!
The Kings of the Caterpillar Class
by Buffy Silverman
Today’s the start of Inchworm School. Ms. Mothstein reads the rules:
No showing off! No gaudy clothes! Always hide and cower!
Every day wear camouflage: a stick, a leaf, or flower.
We learn to slip away on silk. We never drop our guard.
Ms. Mothstein teaches safety tricks then leads us to the yard
where two new students wait for her. They’re creeping in plain sight.
They do not hide or dive or flee while crows and jays alight.
We stare in awe. We’ve never seen such stripy, curvy crawlers.
They’re dressed in black and white and yellow—bold, majestic colors.
Ms. Mothstein gasps! She shakes a wing in disbelief and glowers.
You are not dressed like sticks or leaves. You don’t resemble flowers!
Your flagrant disregard of rules will not be tolerated!
The monarchs laugh and munch their lunch. We’ll eat until we’re sated.
No bird will bother bitter-pillars, so stop your silly fussle.
And then a crow comes flapping by. No one moves a muscle.
We hear a snap! and then she’s gone: Ms. Mothstein lost the tussle.
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