LadyBug on a Fern

Ladybug on a fern
is there something I could learn
from your fragile shell,
resisting the fires of hell?
I don't ask for much,
just one small delicate touch,
like mother once gave,
when fear was like a sea wave.
Ladybug on a fern
maybe there isn't much to learn.
I'll just walk away,
save it for a rainy day.
I could find some drugs,
get high with friendlier bugs.


(my muse is taking a coffee break)