Monday 5 May 2008

Beetle

It's a truly beautiful day here. I was just outside sunning myself on the grass. A brilliant bronze beetle climbed up a grass stalk to take off. But the grass was too short, the breeze was too gentle, and his body too heavy. After the third tumble, I looked for him to see if I could help him with a finger, but he had decided to walk.

1 comment:

La Tanguerita said...

I love beetles. In my eyes they belong to the secret circle of the chosen ones (as well as cats and owls)