Lady Dance

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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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.

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