Monday, June 27, 2011
A beetle the size of a matchbox car surfaced from the mulch of my front flower garden as I watered. He cruised down the curb after being watered, and crossed the driveway in an arching curve to my other flower garden. Changing his mind, he headed back toward me (and the risk of being watered again.) Coming within inches of a splash, he switched gears and again motored over to the opposite garden. Up the little curve and under the big green leaves, he goes...Turning my head to track him I note "He's gone." It's the perfect night for a an all-black beetle the size of a matchbox car to take a stroll.
He broke his stride for me He threw me a rope I threw a rock at his head He was generous It was his nature I pushe...