THE LADYBUG

The ladybug appears from nowhere and seems to be walking; not in a hurry: black and red: a tiny color contrast with polka dots sharing space with me, and carrying on some chore beyond my comprehension.

Where does she sleep at night? What kinds of things does she eat? How does she provide for the young? Who are her enemies? She’s not interested in my hand or clothes or this bench, and stops, deciding, “What next?”

Oops. She’s gone. She can fly well!