Blundering beetle burbles into my room

bloop - blurp - blop - careering curves and plunges

- whoosh and zoom against the bed back, wall,

tin box - ping and window - clunk

and round the lamp in delirious circles

weaving madness in concentric dance.


Beetle ! you blithering blurp -

bumble more bravely that soon

with stunning plop you fall

and downside - up with legs awry and waving

like a helpless cotted child

you'll plead my pardon.


You funny thing ! I stroke your carapace

and fold your wings.

You were not made for this -

there into the darkness thrown

go find your beetle mate

and play with better things than grinning lamps.