An Eulogy...

Yesterday, I found a dead bug between my poetry book pages.

It looked like a giant ant with web-like wings,

Perhaps a baby dining-needle on a quest for finding meaning.

And like a good poet, feeling sorry I instinctively knew

That heroic creature deserved a poem, really an eulogy

For the short sweet life it lived.

So, took out a pen and wrote this one,

Solacing it’s parents , surely searching for him,

That their little hero at least died reading poetry,

My poetry