Planting glass on window pane,
Sliding it to tiring bug –
A creepy-crawly stuck inside.
You slide it forward
Delicately inching toward
The anthropod.
Lifting glass you slip a card
To gather fly or bee or bug
Safe under glass,
Protected from a dire passing.
Lifting whole so carefully
So as to not crush head or wing
While bearing thing
To door and freedom.
It, a test, trial, task – a problem
Of the kind that gets you points in heaven
And, of which you feel well pleased
When finally you do succeed.
Basic Kindness To Bugs Imprisoned 8.11.2016
Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin