Little black bugs scurry across the ground
They move drunkenly around and round
Within their sphere, this is existence
Toiling in mulch for sustenance
Do they sense my squash ready essence?
Or naively meander in silent innocence
Little black bugs squash on the ground
The heel of my boot creating a crackling sound
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PuisiA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
