He crawled along the window ledge,
And scuttled on those little legs,
Those tiny appendages;he stopped.
To look at the world,he stopped.
Wiggled his bottom,and paused to wedge
Himself,in the cracked corner of my window.
He twitched his antennae once,then
Twice;he twitched them in greeting.
And I too,waved my hand and
Smiled,waiting for him to show
Me;what he would do next.
Those beady black eyes of his,
That stared unflinchingly,
At nothing.He was safe in his makeshift home.
Suddenly;he squirmed,and came to sit on top of my text.
I laughed at his audacity,
That tiny dot,no bigger than
The letters on my page.What bravery!
What courage!He was definitely different;
Or maybe just stupid.I felt a flash of pity.
Nobody stops to look at this tiny creature,
Nobody pays him any attention,no.
I decided that I would protect this bug.
He was mine,this pretty work of nature.
Just then,(oh,curse my luck.)
A gust of wind blew.
And away he flew,
Away.
And scuttled on those little legs,
Those tiny appendages;he stopped.
To look at the world,he stopped.
Wiggled his bottom,and paused to wedge
Himself,in the cracked corner of my window.
He twitched his antennae once,then
Twice;he twitched them in greeting.
And I too,waved my hand and
Smiled,waiting for him to show
Me;what he would do next.
Those beady black eyes of his,
That stared unflinchingly,
At nothing.He was safe in his makeshift home.
Suddenly;he squirmed,and came to sit on top of my text.
I laughed at his audacity,
That tiny dot,no bigger than
The letters on my page.What bravery!
What courage!He was definitely different;
Or maybe just stupid.I felt a flash of pity.
Nobody stops to look at this tiny creature,
Nobody pays him any attention,no.
I decided that I would protect this bug.
He was mine,this pretty work of nature.
Just then,(oh,curse my luck.)
A gust of wind blew.
And away he flew,
Away.
