Happy As a Bug
Happy As A Bug
Happy bug got stepped on today insuring death
Ending its existence from a lineage stretching back
Billions of years his species started off in insect ways
They came equipped with speed and armor
A miniature size assured their survival
But something happened to this buggy thing
Primarily an outside creature playing in the sun
Simply wanting to discover something new
The feel of plush carpet in the merry neighborhood
It stumbled in erratic movements to the cozy home
Stepped inside for the first time in its life
This was an errant turn
It only wanted to pass through
Innocence and speed did not aid this particular situation
A playful carefree nature didn’t do
The young, beautiful, elegant woman in stiletto shoes
In a soft and graceful move to take some caviar with spoon
Caught the little fella with her heel
It was so long and narrow, a chance encounter
His time had come. It’s done
To become a stain upon the rug
Little bug must have felt so lucky
Not to be crushed by someone ugly
It was an honor and a privilege to die at her lovely feet
A happy merry bug that rests in peace
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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