poem Nature Scare

NATURE SCARE

None too delicate,
the little mother buggers.
Earth's full of them,
their colonies,
law.
Smelling dead wood,
they arise naturally.
Well,
thank you so much for that millimeter fracture.
And that handy front stoop,
sure paved our way.
And that porous spring wood,
chewed through there in no time.
Yeah,
try as we may,
they are coming back.
As our structures grow weaker,
older,
and sag.