Posts Tagged ‘ladybug’



Thou dread, uncanny thing,
With fuzzy breast and leathern wing,
In mad, zigzagging flight,
Notching the dusk, and buffeting
The black cheeks of the night,
……With grim delight!

What witch’s hand unhasps
Thy keen claw-cornered wings
From under the barn roof, and flings
Thee forth, with chattering gasps,
……To scud the air,
And nip the ladybug, and tear
Her children’s hearts out unaware?

The glowworm’s glimmer, and the bright,
Sad pulsings of the firefly’s light,
Are banquet lights to thee.
O less than bird, and worse than beast,
Thou Devil’s self, or brat, at least,
Grate not they teeth at me!


photo by Bartek Ambrozik at

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Mom! Dad! Look!
I did it.  I climbed


photo by Florin Florea at


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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He drove a little roadster; red, it was.
It seemed to be a speeding lady bug.
It stood out from the cars I passed because
It was an antique model some men hug. 

He passed me by; I did not see his face.
For all I knew, a phantom at the wheel
Was sitting there, a specter in that space.
But only later, shiver did I feel. 

For, afterward, I heard the news,
As though a single solemn church bell tolled,
That he alone (thus none else to accuse)
Had wrecked the car and now was growing cold. 

‘Twas then I shivered at the specter – Death,
Who’d perched upon the road where I had been
Short moments for that man and his last breath.
Appointment in Samarra – minutes? Ten.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.


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