His name was beetle seeker; spider’s bane –
He bore the seed of a bear in his breast
And brought scalding blood-rage to the brambles.
For at least one year he reigned
As the kernel of fury; scourge of the wailing bug.
Then he broke like thunder on a pane of glass
And was gone.
So run to the ants and the bellywalkers;
Find sightless mites and share this news!
Tell them how their fears are lighter now
To the tune of half an ounce.