#24 - A Bug Sonnet

Today I sat and watched some children play,

Wood chips became rafts, sailing run-off streams,

Dammed up to divert water's preferred way,

They conquered nature with their playful schemes.

I see a lone bug and it fascinates,

It floats in the stream, aware of its plight,

And catches their eye; Their game terminates,

Now they wager on its survival fight.

The dam looming up so perilously,

The bug flutters helplessly upside down,

Ripples spread as he flaps vigorously,

Swirling ever nearer the makeshift ground.

The children watch and wait with baited breath,

He hits the dam, he rights, and conquers death.

- Laura Freeman -
April 24th, 2013