June Bugs
They’re round and brown
Like amber
Shooter marble size
and dead or dying
I have never seen one out in the wild,
doing bug things
playing a bug song
or a bug game.
I only see them dead or capsized
on the patio, tiny legs
pitifully waving or done waving
in the air.
You turn them over and they walk a step
and roll over again
wave feebly
and die.
Surely they must have
a life
where they
play
eat
love
grow up
have a little
bug society
a bug scout troop
bug songs
bug rodeos
But I only see them in
their final
sad moments.
I am sorry and I want to save them.
I never saw one happily
pursuing bug interests.
It’s June
and they’re dying again.
All over the patio.
One day there were none,
not in the trees
or marching down the sidewalk
or rustling in the garden
Just showing up
to flip over
and die.
I wish I had seen them
at the bug prom.
#June#bugs#what do they do before they show up and die on my patio?#I hope they go camping and the whole bug scout troop sits around the fire roasting gnats on toothpicks and singing bug scout songs.


















