The Lady`Bug

See how she travels light?
Without any luggage or purse
yet fashionable in her glitzy coat
as if she were shopping Sachs
before the cocktail hour

She sits at the long bar
sipping her seltzer with lime
From time to time she flits a wing
revealing a long leg & thigh
all sheathed in black silk

She’s a lady not afraid
to be alone out on the town
So soft is the tune she’s humming
one hardly hears her voice
yet every eye is watching


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to The Lady`Bug

  1. I love this. You have certainly paid tribute to this fancy little bug!


  2. kiwiskan says:

    hope she hasn’t left her children at home… :)

    Liked by 1 person

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