Beginning of autumn. Full moon.
Distant hills.
All the stars are bigger.
An orchestra of mosquitoes in the background.
A mosquito: - I can’t take it anymore! My proboscis is freezing!
A spider: (Huddled in the dew,
Shivering and bearing his cross):
- Not even a fly in view...
A cockchafer: - Can you take me to your web?
My antennae are quite frozen.
The spider: - Only too glad,
But I’m not in my web.
A bee: - Stupid!
A cricket: - What more can you expect from a spider?
Old castle abider!
Eyes like Cyclops’,
Hairy as a caterpillar,
And dumb as a dummy!
The bee: (Covering her ear):
- This gets to my brain!
Silly and gramophone-ous
Loud and monotonous
Cricket insane!
The cricket: - Excuse me! Do you mind?
Why did you ever leave the beehive behind?
Alone, at night, on the street, no friend
With just a needle stuck in your rear end?
A gossamer spider web: - The wind’s carrying me so lightly...
Two dead leaves: - The earth’s calling us again, almighty...
The spider: - Shut up, I want to snore and sleep!
The cricket: - But where’s the cockchafer, I wonder...
Not a peep! We could strike up a tune…
But then my bow-arm’s getting number!
The bee: - Would you like a bit of resin?
The mosquitoes: (buzzzzzzin’...)
The cockchafer: (somewhere in the coniferous thicket)
- My feet are in a wobble weeble!
Help, my friends! You! Cricket!
The sun is getting feeble!
from Poems, Tineretului, 1964
