Day 225: “Bugs on the Bus”
I hate seeing bugs stuck on the bus
They bang their little bodies against every window looking for a way out
I just wish I could whisper to them to be patient
And move toward the door
We’ll be there soon
Instead they’re frantic
Flapping away
Smacking into the windows again and again
If it’s not this window,
It must be that one
They can see outside
Why can’t they get there?
I’ll say one thing
They’re very persistent
I’ve never seen one give up
