| Earthworm | Cockroach | Duck |
| Cockroach Poem | Notes * |
At dusk, as dark-cloaked church clocks peal,
the skulk-watch cooks' scourge peers
from uncaulked cracks and back-porch piers.
They cock both crook-arch search-stalk feelers
in oft-coached hush-clothed fear
of the cat-claw's scratch and kick-crunch heels
and with cautious quick-rush crouch-crawls steal
on criss-cross patchwork trails
for cake-crust crumbs and chuckroast meals.
As dawn each tick-tock clockstroke nears,
the cockroach poach crew clears
the kitchen crocks ere cockcrow cheer.