Thursday, April 10, 2014

COPPER STAR-BUGS

Crouched like a spider
Motionless, hidden just beside the rise
Ready to tangle you in a web of flashing red and white
Pulsing red eyes
Screeching wails fill the night
Making people pull over in fright
As you receive the expensive venom of a speeding ticket.
Drive the speed-limit.
Copyright © 2014 by Ima B. Musing; All rights reserved.

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