Finger top to finger top Stopping just to wave hello My little feet will make you laugh As I go about my trek
I'm small and bold and love dancing on your skin I cleanse often to be pretty for you
I enjoy the stories the grooves in your knuckles tell. Hearing your giggle makes me happy. Your voice a gentle bell.
I am your friend for now we are fleeting our lives short But here we are to dance the lady's dance for you.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I made a friend this morning. It was small, red, had little black spots and tickled my arm as he or she scurried up and down. And so, the lady bug dance.