Although Man is in the Same Predicament

My son wishes I could be
a more interesting animal

than the species
for which I stand

upright, an ascendant citizenry
elected to retrieve

what’s left of the forest
during school hours

Wingless, furless, sleekly
I blend into the swarm

visible only at rest
And wise though I

have trouble naming
the kind of moth

I’ve made precise
as hummingbirds

hovering in place
this one unfolds

from a worm known
to devour

tomatoes and thorns
He is a riddle in taste

a flighty manual
on where and how to bite