The Bug Poem by Zander William Pearson

A bird soars above
Grassy plains.
Hungry eyes
Searching for food.

It swoops down,
Snatching a tiny,
Distraught bug
In it’s unforgiving claws.

As the bird opened
It’s mouth, longing for lunch,
His eyes were no longer hungry
But sympathetic.

The bug fell back to the ground,
To continue grazing in the fields.
Till another bird did the same
As the last.

It caught the bug, and was about
To devour it, when it dropped
The bug out of compassion.
But the bug was high, and fell.

He was falling, and falling,
Until he was about to hit the ground.
End his life. He closed his eyes,
“Save me”