as I watched the lower order of things

a butterfly closed its symmetrical wings

flowers realised when to open and close

cooperation is a reward I suppose

a spider is poised on a thread he would spin

to mop up my crumbs so his meal could begin

a hard shell his body and softer inside

protected by legs a most sensory guide

he ate on the ready to swing on a hair

one perceived cryptic movement and he's up in the air

drawn up is his ladder as first course now done

coexistence on earth I suppose has begun

watching the lower order of things

I thought yet of towers and bridges and wings

manufacture so rigid no sensors to feel

when they bumple they crumple

and topple and reel

tap rap and smackle

when beatle they battle

bashled and bangled

when shockled and rattled

crashle concussion

have hammer will flatten

sock stun and jolts

will loosen their bolts

yet watching the lower order of things

I couldn't help notice how gentle the wings

the beak of a miner on bottle brush bloom

contortions proportioned its body makes room

cracked buildings cars dented... how gentle those wings

amusing... watching the lower order of things