The green beetle grades the grass-blade,
Millimetre by millimetre.
Guides the gaze,
Upwards and out,
To the tree.
To species,
Through synonym,
Through genotype,
To genus. To family,
To super family,
To order.
To class,
To phylum,
To kingdom.
To life.
Dizzied,
The eye descends,
To the powdered, granulated, emerald weevil,
Its antennae waving,
Its elytra bright.
All learning is little,
And therefore dangerous.
There is so much to be grasped.
Alasdair Aston,
(This poem was published in White
Admiral 32, and recently as a part of Anima Naturaliter, Christiana
in The Linnean, 19:2), ,
© 2003 Suffolk Naturalists' Society