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little ladybug
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‘little ladybug
there’s nothing to fear from me,
i mean you no harm.’
‘my mom taught me well
to respect all living things,
she had a big heart.’
…i miss her a lot…
‘we had a praying mantis
come to our window
for one whole summer,
and eat lettuce she fed it…
i would watch in awe
as it ate each leaf…
i can’t remember the name
that i chose for it,’
…where has the time gone…?
‘but i remember the eyes
moving all around….’
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‘little ladybug,
you can stop being scared now.
i was just reaching
for my ice cold glass
of delicious lemonade,
and it’s homemade too!
can you continue
to do your little dance on
the rim of my glass?
when you raise your wings,
is it the sugar you like?
or are you in love?
little ladybug,
i’ll just pour another one
’cause we have plenty.’
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my encounter with little ladybug happened on the farm,
while i was sitting by myself at the picnic table.
the praying mantis came to our kitchen window everyday
for an entire summer. i was six and my mom would lift
me onto the counter, so i could watch it eat.
who could know then 