Cherish me, a ladybug,
a good luck girl,
landing on your biking leg
feet from the greenest riverbed.
Perched in the crack of
Grandpa’s shed.
The biggest surprise
on a slithering spring day.
Eating my way
through garden pests.
My hard shell
gives the predators hell.
Lift my origami wings,
convertible mobility,
a treasure to an eight-year-old,
redhead, moving within sunlight.
Down from hot tin,
a spiraling stripe descends,
Copperhead, barely out of range.
Girl’s touch, a lucky exchange.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
That sounds like it might be quite nasty when you’re eight.
I’ve barely heard of copperheads – we have very few snakes here and they tend to keep away from humans. Ironically, not far from me is one of their habitats, can be dangerous if maybe your dog is loose.
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The babies are erratic, and they like tin roofs and the mountains where my grandparents lived. I was lucky to spy a ladybug, and one landed on my leg reminding me and biking with me today.
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handy!
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Great poem. Would ladybugs be as popular if they weren’t such lovely colours? I suspect not.
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Good question, Hobbo. They’re lucky here in Germany, and my grandmother (German heritage) taught me they were lucky when I was a little girl. I see the yellow ones sometimes. They’d still have their polka dots, I suppose. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Lovely images, as always. 🙂
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Why, thank you. Happy Friday, friend.
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a lovely homage to ladybirds; love ‘origami wings’ ; President Johnson’s wife was always referred to as Ladybird Johnson; it’s a lovely origin story: explained in Wikipedia —
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Thank you, John. I’ll be sure to look that up; I feel I’ve heard that before. Lucky ladybirds; I hope I can be that for others. 🙂
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Such a beautiful post and pictures! I’ve always loved ladybugs! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:
Love…devotion…adoration…. the same things? Oh, let me be your ladybug. 24 hours a day I’ll give you love. Now, that’s romantic. Happy Valentine’s Day to you.
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Loving the imagery in this soulful and nostalgic poem! ❣️
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Thanks, Layla. I can’t see a ladybug and not think of granny.
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