Continuing in the series  on survival:

Propagation
by Michael Romani

I pity the poor Mayfly
Who have only one day
To find their way to a mate
Before the day is gone and it's to late
Love it seems can be a serious game
The need for diversity is to blame

Coral mate but once a year
Yet, still they seem to persevere
Once a year under a full moon
The thrill of polyp romance calls the tune
I am certain that they must anticipate
That one night they get to date

All of this in the name of survival
Each uniquely coming to their own arrival
Spontaneously, it all seems a mess
As each species dresses to impress
Colors and patterns resplendent in beauty
All in the name of our ultimate duty

The reasons are one of sheer simplicity
The methods are of greatest complexity
Each step part of the process of survival
Each moment lived in a fight of rivals
But also one in a perpetual quest
To find that love that passes on the best

(c) September 19, 2019  Michael Romani
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