The Further Adventures of Jorge

Jorge trudged across the desert terrain,
passing sagebrush and cactus 
in his dogged determination
to reach wherever he was going.

As he crested a roll in the desert floor
he spied it. 
Lurking in the shadows 
beneath a grained brown sandstone
was a speckled purple and turqoise,
six-legged, two-antennaed,
inch-long, spiny boring beetle.

A perfect meal,
Jorge's mind strained 
as it cranked out the message 
to his stomach and legs.

He leapt
(an action quite uncharacteristic of Jorge)
with claws outstretched
and pink mouth open wide
and landed square 
on the spiny boring beetle's back.

After a brief battle,
frenzied like a cat fight,
Jorge leapt out of the fray,
tumbled and came to a halt
several feet away.
Hurt and embarrassed
he slowly trudged off.

"He bit me," Jorge whined, 
his ego sorely wounded
as he limped over the crest of another roll
silhouetted against the falling red sun.

Back where you came from