Ode to a Corn Borer

Uncovered and male
And stuck to the pale
Was how I first met thee

Husk unshorn
Life barely worn
A greenish hue was he

Spirited and quiet
Simply a riot
On cold counter he came to me

Once my eyes focused
Beyond all the hocus
Simply staring was he

Ceased massive cooking
To join in the looking
Coming from one so wee

But then I realized
There was some despise
For warmth I took from thee!

High brow toiled
As his shanty boiled
Still, simply staring at me!

Who could have thought
That a being so naught
Could gaze so mightily?

Steal forth in haste
No time to waste
Another home for thee!

But the only shant
Was a pomegranate
But make a new home did he!