The book bug walks
On his spindly legs
Caution as support
In every step
He feels my presence
Watching him
Digesting words
An apt appetite
For knowledge
Or paper
You decide
He stops
He stares
Does he have eyes?
That little book bug
Walks on
Daring me to leave him alone…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watching him digesting words....a big 10++++++
Hungry little mites they are. Thank you Bernard!