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.
Copyright © Bradley Lane | Year Posted 2022
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