The Insect


He flies across the fields in a frantic search
Weary and hungry
Then lands on his padded feet on the soft grass
Scurrying
He takes a refreshing sip from a dew drop
Quenching his thirst

Then before him lies a tower
Luscious petals sit at the end of a sturdy stalk
Sugary nectar is all over his face as he licks it all up
Enjoying a grand feast

Suddenly, the walls of the tower snap shut
He claws at the prison bars holding him in
As he slowly sinks away to his demise.

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