O’ Marella, you lacy little crabs!
You and your adroit copepods knew exactly what I’d have!

You were,   “movin’ to the groove,” when I found me, “in a rut”
(. . . Adages, from the Conchs of Alabaster behooving all abut!)

Associates, free commensal’s, like the parasitic louse . . .
Analogized to man, on w’are's, we well nigh the said house!

I found Metazoa fresh . . .  Cnidaria, salty as a beach!
Whether cloistered in a cave, or lying, in a bromeliad leaf. . .

Many were long, some were short, others buoyed,  or foraged shale's. . .
Consorting with all subsisting cells, wet behinds to tidy whales!

Moving towardly, siding streams. . . (I hooked too much cavil on the lakes!)
Such outlandish looking creatures, we are,  mainsprings, whole,  on down to flakes!

O’ Chela! . . . of the free-living fleas! . . . abroad all else, the strung out, one-eyed cows!
. . . wherein endo, exogenous, or interdependent, all of phyla bows!

Then, one day, cleansing in my seas, eying on the whorl . . .
Suddenly,  shut inside this lamellibranch, seized in viscous,  I found. . .  my Pearl!

Copyright 2009
Kimmy Van Kooten