Woodlice Poem by Graham Fowell

I turned over a mossy rock in the garden,
A world within a world saw I there.
Extended families huddled
Clinging in the cool dark.
Daddy woodlouse with his ragged grey jacket,
Mummy there with three pale grey/pink kids close by.
What a marvel how the web of life
Creeps into every dark tangled corner,
Carrying the baton of eons into the future.
Each and every life, each and every birth,
A unique miracle, a chance to breath,
A chance to see, a chance to feel,
A chance to be…..

I carefully replaced the mossy rock - it's still there,
Drifting in the dark universe
With the rest of us.