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.