6-Minute Poems

The rhino in the rain
looked past his horn --
bored, forelorn, jejune,
when a wingnut bug
curled up in his ear
and whispered with elation,
"It's not a conundrum,
get out of the rain!
You'll shrink or melt or drown
in this veil of water --
this pouring fountain,
this plethora of drops!"
The rhino thought, and thought,
then thought some more,
and with a shake of his head
and a slurp of his tongue...
he ate the bug.