ladybug

In the drive thru line at Starbucks

a ladybug landed on my windshield

While I waited for my macchiato she walked slowly across my window

forcing her tiny legs through the condensation

As I drove away she clung to the smooth glass

even as the rushing air swept away

the droplets of water around her

Miles later I parked at my office

and still she held tight.

I left her there

Returning moments later

remembering some forgotten thing

I found her motionless drenched in dew

Is she even alive I thought

I extended a finger and gave her a nudge

Tumbling down the windshield

she came to rest on the wiper-blade, motionless

My heart sank

Then she open her shell and was carried away on tiny wings.

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Sam

My dog, a lab, is mostly manic

With only occasional bouts of panic

At thunderstorms and fireworks

Set off at night by thoughtless jerks.

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By nature she is always happy

And even when I’m feeling crappy,

At the door, my ass a draggin’

She greets me with her tail a waggin’.

 

She seems to find no imposition,

My sometimes surly disposition

And meets me still with love and gratitude,

Despite my curt and sour attitude.

 

Those times when I’m not glad to be me,

She is never sad to see me

Reminding me when this occurs,

To be less like me, and more like her.