Bog Myrtle & Peat

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.