Holy f*ck
Watching a big
Beautiful
Black and Yellow
Bug
Of spikey and armoured variety
Thick and colourfully
Armour-plated
Tough AF
But helpless
Flailing uselessly on its back
On a perfectly flat
Human surface
That exists nowhere
In its environment
Elsewhere on
This lush and fertile
Farm
For a moment
I question
My boyish empathy
But with accusation unanswered
I scoot over
And with this very pen
Attempt
Several times
To tip the hapless bug
On to its belly
From one side and then the other
Soon I realise that the
Flat surface
This perfectly human surface
Is frustrating both of us
Aha!
I was right to intervene!
With a big YOINK
I flip Mr Bug over
And up into the air
BZZZ
Go his wings again
And he’s off with no more scare