Lady Bugs

Every year there is a season

When they come by the masses

It is a strange and beautiful thing

I watch where I step 

When I cross the threshold 

So not to harm a single one

Tiny red angelic insects

Make me feel a little bit blessed

Hard little bodies and delicate wings

Tickle my fingertips 

And released into the garden

Such funny little things

Inspire my creativity

Fly away

Off to the sun