Scissors in hand, I approach the red-tubed hummingbird feeder.

A yellow brown wasp sucks sugar water.

No green-backed hummingbirds near.

I get ready to maliciously snip the wasp in half.

I hesitate.

I nudge it away with the scissors’ point.

I hope the always heard, rarely seen, hummingbirds return.

And before that almost- perverse moment,

In the yard, a furry black tarantula wobbled across a brush pile

With a brown winged cockroach twisting in its tentacles.

I picked up a stone,

Was on the edge of crushing the pair,

Put the stone down,

And watched the tarantula carry the now-still roach off.

 

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early January 214

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!

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