Painting by James Hautman‘Ticks’ by Julia Geaney-Moore The Society December 26, 2016 Poetry 9 Comments There are no predators in the wood So deer run free who never could And hunting’s forbidden So deer don’t stay hidden And ticks thrive in trillions Off the hides of millions Spreading diseases and infection Which reaches us without detection Until suddenly the whole community Is looking for immunity As four at a time Fall prey to the lyme We all fall sick at The terror of the tick Julia Geaney-Moore is a Psychology and English major. She spends her time ghost writing for blogs, writing articles online, tutoring and conducting Psychology research. She has published a poem in the poetry anthology “Lost Highways and Hidden Living Rooms” and came in 3rd place for the Betty and Stanley Sultan Short Story Award in 2013. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Michael Dashiell December 26, 2016 “Ticks are born to give you fever, whether it be Fahrenheit or Centrigade…” line from a once famous song. Reply Damian Robin December 27, 2016 Hi Micheal, intrigued by the poem and your comment, I looked up the lines you posted above. The lyrics on several sites are “Chicks were born to give you fever Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade” http://www.metrolyrics.com/fever-lyrics-peggy-lee.html Though I think ‘ticks’ is more interesting and egaliterian. The song was sung by a woman, Peggy Lee, and featured Captain Smith giving Pocahontas fever (whether true or not). Reply Michael Dashiell December 27, 2016 I watched the 1958 performance of “Fever” on You Tube. Whether Peggy Lee sang “ticks” or “chicks” the pop jazz song is still finger snapping cool. Damian Robin December 27, 2016 Hi Julia, I am reading ‘The Forest World’ by Felix Salten and intend to go onto ‘Bambi’ and ‘Bambi’s Children’ as I intend to do a follow on poem to http://classicalpoets.org/change-metamorphosis-transformation-by-damian-robin/ Good to see your view. In the book, one of the main humans helps keep his idea of eco-balance by shooting stags he sees as senile. He is referred to by the animals as ‘He’ and ‘Him’, with capital ‘H’. Reply Julia Geaney-Moore June 9, 2017 Hi! Thank you for your response. I will look in to reading “The Forest World” as I have not yet done so. Reply Wendy Bourke January 2, 2017 This is such a clever juxtaposition of light and dark – and beautifully rhymed, to boot. A pleasure to read! Reply Reid McGrath January 10, 2017 Hi Julia, nice subject matter. Here is a link to a poem I wrote a while ago on the same theme. The poem is called “The Little Vector.” http://classicalpoets.org/fall-haiku-and-other-poetry-by-reid-mcgrath/. Reply Damian Robin January 10, 2017 Great to have the links to what’s been written. Revive and share what we’d forgotten or did not know was there. Reply Julia Geaney-Moore June 9, 2017 Hello, thank you for your comments. I have read your poetry and particularly enjoy “The Little Vector.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.