bugs

as night falls a certain bug emerges,
(among many others, of course)
its species unknown, at least to me

resembling a giant overweight ant
encased in the armour of a stag beetle
a pair of translucent wings the size of its body
granting it the gift of flight, albeit .. imperfect

taking off seems to be a problem
it slices laterally into the air,
only to land a foot away

finally airborne
it flies hapzardly, drawn to bright lights
for warmth or out of a fear of darkness
definately not the latter.

dawn breaks and the lazy sun rises
the bugs shed their wings and disappear
do they die or do they hide
a million wings lie shimmering

the ants awake
(do they sleep)
to food
(the ants eat almost anything)
as they valiantly haul wings
many, many times their size
i think of the hebrews
and God's gift of manna