Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Stretching My Literary Wings (Pun Intended)

They appear from nowhere.
Sun loving, heat seeking.
My Dyson is no match for their large numbers.

Kitchen light comes on and they migrate.
Ting, ting, ting
Their armored bodies slam against glass and metal.

On contact they emit a putrid odor
Dried out carcasses crunch under foot.
Ladybugs have become the bane of my existence.

1 comment:

The Page Turner said...

Why do I not have ladybugs? I don't get it.


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