Thursday, August 27, 2009


.....crawly little bug
comes wandering by my foot
with only the leaves
and sticks for a rug

Where do you go so fast
scurrying here and there
antenna wiggling like hair
Why so red your ass

Is it to keep my foot
from crushing your green carapace
or to show your awful taste
to those who give a hoot

I let you go your way
asking only that you pause
for a moment and pose
Before you and I get on with our day

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1 comment:

Jean said...

and here we have a kind-hearted poet.