THE LADYBUG AND THE FLY

THE LADYBUG AND THE FLY

(c) 2011 Leah Randelle


The ladybug and the fly,
Vying for respective dominance,
Were buzzing and bouncing against
The outer glass dome encasing the light.

The zzzz’s and bumps and bonks
Spelled out a buggy dance,
In the dark of early morning, both entranced
Trying to break into the on-switched light.

The ladybug, dressed in her finery,
Red wings and elegant approach
Striking the glass, with force to broach!
Her beetle shell clicked the code of her glee.

The fly, a black buggy buzzing mess,
Clearly lost and out of his element,
He knew only one thing, however inefficient,
Even if bruised, he had to get at the light!

The ladybug and the fly,
Vying for respective enter-ince,
The ladybug content to warm herself thence,

The fly pursuing to his last buzzing breath,
Though he die in the trying, busted and bereft!

She, content on the outside with her pretty shell aright,
He, spent and spent till consumed by the light.