A busy woodlouse wends his way
across the tiles of black and gray.
A vast expanse beneath the sky
I wonder where he goes and why.
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Love it Ivor! We used to call them 'Granfergrigs' goodness knows why, but it was a fascinating name when we were young. Great read, lighthearted but sad. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Oh, how sad! But it's all a part of the scheme of things. I had a little spider on my wall last night, and I told it 'I won't smash you if you promise to stay out of my bed'.........(anyone listening would have thought I was crazy) . This is a touching little piece, Ivor. I guess we all have our purpose in life - it's probably good that we don't know exactly what it is. Linda :)
Hi Poet, This is one of my favorites. The little doddlebug, or woodlouse, will be back as the bird who ate him...LOL This is such a wonderful poem. I love it. Beautiful and sad.....