Death of a Lady Bug

poem

Fall is here

I can feel the chill

Flying oh so free

There they are

Piles of bodies

Friends I knew

My wings grow tight

So tight

I coast not soar

I used to perform

Oh so well

I flew in circles

I was free

So tight now

I am falling

Falling from the sky

CRASH

Bodies of friends

I see them

Lifeless faces

Darkness approaches

Yet the sun shines

Death embraces

I lay helpless

Oh I will die

Yet death I slight 

For in life

I could fly