The Cosmic Nature 

of Termagants

Three fur balls of
ferocious imperative
madly winding a trap.
Metabolizing instanter
the matter they've eaten
then tailing each other
in ravening passion.

Two fur balls of
gluttonous hunger
whirling a trap in
lunatic frenzy. Sapping
the glucose from the fur
ball they've gnawed
and tailing each other
with furious intent.

One lightning virago
a cyclone of terror
whipping its tail around
the confines of hell;
nipping its backend
with determined devotion;
gnawing acrobatic jaws.

Soon all is still in the
empiricist's trap. He
peers in the deathjar
with curious detachment;
fingers a skeleton half
inside itself and busily
writes in his diary:

Scenario toward
this depleting Earth.