A Classy Little Lady
She’s a pretty little lady
with a polka-dotted dress;
sometimes her mood is yellow
other times, brown or red.
Scientists call her Cleopatra,
of the Coccinellidae race;
Her top wings are elytra
protecting those below their space.
A family member of the Beetles,
no, not the ones who sing their songs;
the insects family of beetles,
is that to which, she belongs.
A gentle friend to farmers,
with whom, children love to play;
and a friend of natural gardeners,
garden’s are where she prefers to stay.
Her favorite meal is aphids,
tiny irritating things;
destroying crops and veggies,
that Mother Nature brings.
She’s a classy little lady,
just lovely to her core;
her mates and her, diurnal,
you’ve met them all before.
We’ve played with them as children
and they crawled around our hands;
though they are cold-blooded,
winter’s harsh for them to withstand.
Like tiny kittens, they all
gather to hibernate, during
Old Man Winter’s raging call;
these creatures so alluring.
8-25-2021
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