Ladybug

Something tells her it's time to fly,
Search for a dry crevice to hide,
She knows this as surely,
As a Ladybug can know,
It's safe and warm to be inside.

Under a loosened plank of wood,
Anywhere cozy and snug is good,
Her only wish is to stay alive,
To find any cranny to survive,
Winter coming to the hood.

She well hears the whispered wind,
The subtle messages nature sends,
If we could see the coming change,
So many plans we'd rearrange,
To know the joy of winter's end.


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