The aphid tasted good.
Rough grass irritated
my wiggling six legs.
Talented black spots
decorated my ambitious
red wings.
Yet unobserved
by the sharpest hawk’s eye
with a clear blue sky.
I, Ladybug
matched the color
of the bright burnt sun.
I, Ladybug
soared over mountains
and burrowed under fallen leaves
by the rushing stream
finding my way between
the cracks of a tree
near invisibility leading
to immutability
I, Ladybug, marched beneath the
door frame and
right onto your page.
