I watched the little woodlouse as he crawled around my sink
he didn’t seem to know which way to go,
the more I watched his antics, the more he made me think
his bold determination put on show.
He may have many legs beneath his hard protective shell
but what he really needed was a rope,
the sink was steep and slippery, his own pure form of hell,
the one thing that he mostly had was hope.
He surely had me mesmerised, I couldn’t look away,
I thought about the spider in the cave,
a little perseverance is bound to save the day,
with life and death he had the closest shave.
Outside the sun was shining and the sky the deepest blue
I gently coaxed this creature on my hand,
I opened up the window, well what else was I to do
and put him on the sill as I had planned.
I imagine that he thanked me as he went to find a home
his big adventure over for today,
maybe when he’s settled in he’ll never want to roam
and outside in the garden he will stay.
Adding your comment:
Oh, how I love this charming delightful poem! You are a better person than I, Miss Sue...I would have screamed and then hit the poor creature with my shoe!
