A beetle walks into the ray of sun at my feet.
I tread it underfoot.
Thus spake the beetle, as it took its dying breath:
“What the fuck man,
Why would you do this?
I was just making my way outside.”
And it passed.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A beetle walks into the ray of sun at my feet.
I tread it underfoot.
Thus spake the beetle, as it took its dying breath:
“What the fuck man,
Why would you do this?
I was just making my way outside.”
And it passed.
I love the first line…and the whole concept. I didn’t know beetles were so foul mouthed;)