That time of year... ladybugs are in search of warm.
It’s that time
In the fall
Ladybugs land
On the doors and windows.
They feel the chill
In the air,
Know it’s time to find
Warm cracks to hide in.
It’s that time
We find ladybugs
Everywhere.
They wait for spots of warm
To open up,
They know
In their tiny ladybug minds,
Their minuscule ladybug feet,
There is warm
Somewhere.
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