#317 (june bug)

you came in a box

of milky plastic

carried by small fingers

touching the lid with reverence

watching you with the intent

of a natural explorer

playing dead you were

passed around to look at

with curiosity and care

suddenly a brief movement

a cheer of joy rang in a circle

even on broken legs your

antennae reached for the dark

so we set you free

on black earth, warmed

by morning rays of sun

breaking the clouds

crawling into the undergrowth

to find a place to rest or nest

small fingers brushing your shield



© Matthias Geh, 13th June 2018


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