Innocent Lives【POETRY】

Innocent Lives

There are little winged friends
Napping on leaves and branches
That barely hold their weight.
They're safe here in the sun,
Only needing to worry about each other.
Occasionally one will flutter or stretch,
Creating a breeze that calms their grounded roommates.

These little critters that play in the dirt
Are each one of a kind,
Yet we all just treat them as one
When they scutter out of our sight.
But here, they don't mind.
The only enemies here are ones they're used to.
When their brothers and sisters fall,
They fall with mutual respect,
Predator and prey recognizing
They're not guilty for trying to live.

One of them decides to cool off at the pond
At which they find a friendly local
Who is peacefully drifting atop the water.
They each wave with one of six fibery arms,
and talk through gesticulating antennae.

They are all just bugs,
Inside a little jar!