Bug – 8 year old’s painting

A streetlight with no courage flickers insanity across sidewalk split all over with tufts of grass and dirt plump up and down so a bug with something to do maneuvers over one mountain then another without fear or even the memory of ever being late for anything besides that one time it all went bad during a burrow into soft soil already occupied by tens of tens of however many smaller bugs with enormous strength and blood-curdling shrieks yet not a wing among them so the mad hurl in reverse worked like a charm and a little bit of pain the only cost, though from that experience a reluctance to slow down or think carried nerves and appendages onward and upward often away from everything except food and moisture and artificial lighting. (7/26/2006)