As a child, I found many things grand,
I loved all the creatures across the land,
But one did strike me especially, oh may!
They were so small, but always on their way
To a great harvest feast or to sing a dusk ballad,
They swarmed and dispersed, approximated numbers invalid.
They were the bugs, so small and divine!
To me, they will always be the sweetest of wines.
I am planning on telling a love story that ends in murder. Here is my cast so far.
Note that no animals will be harmed in the making of this visual-art story. I believe daddy long-legs caught and ate most, if not all of the insects shown here. This is only what I collected from part of the well today. I presume that I won't find as many during the next week, because before now I have not been collecting them. In conclusion, there was a bit of an accumulation.