Monday, November 28, 2016

The little beetle

The little beetle carries what she can
not much
her back is round
and things fall

Where is she going
to her home?
To her children
Is she a child herself?

The little beetle battles the elements
slowing her progress
only slightly
her roundness allows the wind
to flow over her shell
without knocking her
to the ground

The little beetle stops to look
afraid,
she rolls onto her back
this game of playing dead
will save her

Now she strives to turn herself over
it is a struggle
when she arrives on her legs
her color has changed
she is scratched
yet shinier then before.


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