Ever Watched a Bug - a Long Crawly Piece

Hovering in never ending circles, Some crawling every which way across the ceiling, Others in deliberate lock step across your floor, Will they light on you or crawl up your leg? They don't even know you yet want to get close, Do they know something about you that you don't? I've noticed warmer people get more visitors, Could they be telling all of us something? Some weave beautiful shimmering silken webs, Meant to entice or simply teach a lesson?, That deceit will surely bring an untimely demise?, Others float sweetly in lovely colors before human eyes, Causing some to see love while others see dirtied windshields, Flying flowers is what this man sees, Lasting just long enough to know what beauty is, These little creatures that have never proclaimed war, So many hating them because they invaded their territory, That Earthling environment so pristine clean and proper, While insects smell the stench of their aging and rotting bodies, So why do they want to get so near to us?, Maybe because they sense the heated glow of our spirits, Where the living fires of all existence continue without dying. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn