It must be spring by the tally of insects flattened on the windshield of Andrew's Jeep. Not until last summer did I realize how much of a hit their numbers had actually taken.
Midges and Moths
Me, worry about too few
bugs? Never - until now.
At the lake only a core crew
of dragonflies
targets armies of mosquitoes.
Butterfly bushes bloom
into cabarets with few partygoers,
and the music of warblers sounds thin.
My alarm-o-meter barely budged.
I puzzled and shrugged
until a news report rattled me.
More subtle than insecticides,
the uptick in temps hampers
breeding, reduces reproduction
and trips alarm-o-meters
of bug counters everywhere.
Bird numbers plummet
without these bits of protein,
and crops needing pollinators,
backslide.
Now, my own alarm-o-meter
plagues me like a persistent ear-worm.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.