Little Beetle
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
What are you going
To do, little beetle,
Fallen on to, from nowhere,
My open composition book?
What did I end up doing?
What did you end up
Doing, little beetle?
You walked to the edge of land,
And stopped, before falling off.
What are you going to do?
What did I end up
Doing, little beetle?
I offered you, while antenna twitched,
My searching fingertip.
What did you end up doing?
You backed up,
Going, my little beetle,
You opened tiny wings,
And flew away, just as I reached you...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/10/07
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Tenderly sweet: at least you didn't do what many would, smash them in the composition book. :) Beautiful interaction.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D