The Ladybird

A ladybird landed, on my hand today, And looked at me, in a peculiar way. It stretched it’s legs, and opened its wings, As birds flew by, soft melodies they’d sing. “Excuse me sir?”, the ladybird squeaked, “May I sit here?, it’s safety I seek!”. I looked in shock, the ladybird spoke! “I’m really tired, and I’ve lost my folk”. “Of course you can rest”, I said to my hand, Where the tiny bug, found a place to land. I was shocked and stunned, to what had occurred, I didn’t know ladybirds, could speak a word. “Where are you from?”, I said to the bug, “From the old oak tree”, as he sat so snug. “My family are there, could you take me? I’ve missed the buzz bus” - the back of a bee. “I must be crazy”, I said to myself, As the ladybird sat, regaining its health. I got up on my feet, and turned to the oak, “This must be a dream, or a strange old joke”. I walked to a leaf, and placed the bug down, His mother came out, wearing a dressing gown. “Where have you been?!” The mother cried, “I have been to the beach, on his hand I have lied”. “Thankyou kind sir, for taking me home, I got quite scared, and felt alone”. Then I woke up, it was a strange old dream, I knew the events, weren’t as they seem. I walked out the room, and down the stairs, To find a ladybird, was in my hair. I laughed a little, and went on with my day, A little ladybird, that had gone astray.