BONUS SONNET: BUG WEEK: In Which I Dwell Upon Japan's Bug Buddha

I am no Buddhist but I know a bit,

That loss of self is something to be sought,

That meditation is one way to it,

And that such things cannot be sold or bought.

Consider then the man who made this shrine:

Inamura Yoneiji, just for love

Collected o'er six years for his design

All manner of insects, all kinds thereof

(But mostly beetles, like in Haldane's quote).

Collecting does mean killing, as he knows,

But hopes to bring them peace as they promote

Deep thoughts on life and time, death and repose.

Their beauty in themselves, there for us, too:

Admire their intricacy, shape and hue.

Bonus Bonus Sonnet Dare: Of Squids And Beer (And Skids And Cheer?)

Another sonnet dare has come my way,
Inspired in part by some strange public art
Depicting a rare creature that, I'd say
Shows taste and style and signs that it is smart:
The Pabst Blue Ribbon Squid you may see here.
Now, I'm not sure just what it is he seeks:
To cop a cheap feel or a sip of beer,
But it's the oddest thing I've seen in weeks,
And worthy of some poetry of sorts.
Called "I Am Pabst" this mural may not be
An image of what we call indoor sports
Or what looks like some bestality,
But then again it might. Let each decide.
Assasin Grrl may judge while I go hide.