FOR THE MUNCHKIN

I have a "friend" that stops in from time to time.
She calls herself Munchkin or Lollipop and says she has been reading Bulletholes since day one.
Do not hold that against her because she has shown good form by showing up at Barbara's and at Grizzbabe's places.
She also has taken on the daunting task of homeschooling two youngsters.
I found a site a while back that she and several of you may enjoy.
It is called "MORNING EARTH" and there are daily poems along with extensive information and teaching tools about our wonderful planet and the Muchkins that inhabit.
Most of the poems appear to be by John Caddy and are as informative as they are entertaining.
Reminds me of the mother of Invention. HI MOM!
Here's one from August Archives I like real well, with the accompanying photograph.

A huge insect zooms into the car
and discovers the windshield is solid air.
I think at first a dragonfly, but wings wrong,
eyes are split, legs too strong.
Its hairs are stiff, uncouth, abdomen soft:
Two wings. A Fly. This size?
A Robber Fly!
Bold predator of any prey who dares fly,
takes huge dragonflies,
slams in like a falcon on a dove.
Has a sharp beak
between its eyes to paralyze and liquefy.
I pull over.
I’ll scare it away.
It stays