Yet another ladybird
infiltrates the house
treks across the desk
tickles my hand
heads up the tunnel of my
sleeve
explores until I coax him
out
checks out what I’m writing
from the tip of the pen.
Unimpressed
he moves on
up and down each finger
round and round the page,
goes missing for a moment
till he reappears once more
on the tip of the pen
to find himself
immortalised in print.
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