By Kime Raja
Mayst not hunch thou hoard
As I meet thee on the board
Munching on microscopes
Invisible to all my hopes
Of roast meat that I cut
Twas washed nicely but
Thou too sure like the taste
Gorging on the nano waste
Thou mayst be very tiny
And mayst not be shiny
But thou art the true king
In the natural surrounding
Thou knowst the survival
Of things that aren't trivial
When to grow or to control
How to synchronize and roll
Thy ways never too acute
Thy decisions much astute
Unlike we humans at war
Thee budst with each other
We colonized world's spaces
And thee invaded our houses
Oblivious of whatever we do
With ease thou pull on too
O thy pheromones I crave
To tell the naive and knave
As to how to be budding
And save us from ending
However, disrupt may I now
This board meeting anyhow
Thou mayst feel impleaded
Board's mine and needed
Own interests to protect
Yet my admiration intact.