A colony of aphids (Aphis gossypii) on cabbage
By sheer number, you're statistically stable,
ruled by the multiplication table.
Ensconced in your host's leaves and flower,
you're safe from predator and sprayer.
Generations, one after another, under a roof,
your offspring in all stages the proof.
Winged, the males fly to visit other colonies
to share and bring in new genes.
Parasitic by habit, yet you spare your host
from untimely demise at all cost.
But when food supply threatens your colony,
your young is forced to mature early
By the mysterious process of paedogenesis;
and sexless parthenogenesis.
And by symbiosis with the fierce red ant,
food you give, protection its grant.
No other creature I know can you be compared,
your kind I think, will be spared
The morning after, from the Armageddon,
when the earth is barren and alone.
And life after people, you are likely a survivor,
all because Nature is in your favor . ~