Death of a Bug
Death of a Bug
A bug flutters its wings as it tries to escape, as a watery grave is its fate.
Its efforts are futile as the water holds on. Soon oh so soon its life will be gone.
Suddenly a leaf floats by and grabs a leg as the bug pulls itself from danger.
How ironic to be saved by a stranger. As the bug test its wings for flight and begins to
Lift from its fright, a trout jumps from the water catching its prey then sinks into
The bay.
Such is life and the death of a bug.
Copyright © Terry Burns | Year Posted 2013
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