Sunlite Wanter Poet Verse

It Looks Like a Twig, It Crawls Like a Twig, It's a ---

The heat is soaring;
No breeze to allay;
Little puff clouds drifting,
Magnolia leaves falling,
No moisture in sight,
A twig lay on the bannister,
Or that’s what it tries to be,
It is a long camouflaged insect
Yearning to be free.

Fly away, twigged bug, 
And message the clouds to rain.

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Paul Callus August 9, 2018 at 4:45 PM A lovely, entertaining poem, Sunlite! Many insects and other creatures rely on camouflage...thus they can see without being seen:) I hope your twigged bug will help deliver some much needed rain; despite watering, my garden is yearning for a good downpour! Regards // paul

Demetrios Trifiatis August 7, 2018 at 1:35 PM Having a little roof garden full of different plants and with the heat rising to 95-100 I see the picture dearest, Sunlite! Much enjoyed!

Norma Arana August 5, 2018 at 3:03 PM An amusing and pretty poem! I cannot stand bugs too! Sunlite Wanter August 6, 2018 at 9:28 AM It's amazing to me that this "bug" is about 1-1/2" long and looks exactly like a fallen twig. Thank you for your comment.