In Which A Reel Mower Inspires Other Ruminations

The cult of human power has in thrall

Your humble sonneteer, as you well know

Who read this blog. So nobody should call

Suprise the news that she doth choose to mow

The grass and weeds that fill and choke her yard

With something she must push herself. She feels

Most virtuous; no fossil fuels, just hard

And sweaty work from her own body, wheels

And whirring blades accomplish what she must

To keep her neighbors friendly. Thus the sun,

Provides her all the power needed, just

As it could do for most of us if one

Of these plans could be worked up, put in place.

To hell with oil; our future's up in space!

In Which A Sea Slug Goes Green

Its kleptomania we knew before,

Elysia chlorotica's, that slug's,

Like other ocean dwellers -- only more

Is going on than just some bugs

Kidnapped and put to work within its gut!

It keeps the chloroplasts it eats intact

And making chlorophyll no matter what.

So like a plant -- and this is no mean act --

It feeds on sunlight as it swims along.

So while it still likes algae for a meal

Its need to do so isn't very strong

As long as there is light it needn't steal

Its energy from other life, although

It still does need to feed somewhat to grow.