A tarantula fell
on my path blown
from a tree,
a Scorpion
sped under my
baby’s cot
tail unfurling.
my baby protected
from its sting
by bowls of water
on each cot leg.
a huge moth
as big as a bat
flew into my
kitchen wafting
is powder around.
“We call them witches”
Rosita said
I watched a spider
eat one just like him
No it’s just shedding
its skin
Termites mend the
tunnel connecting
their castles
A Hummingbird
sipped nectar from
Bougainvillea
A cockroach
Went crunch
Under my foot.
In England
We just have
Worms and ants
And go butterflying,