She flew in from the Countryside,
She flew in through my front door,
She whizzed around my kitchen,
She skimmed across my floor.
She totally took over,
As if she knew the place,
Speed seemed to be of the essence
To, make this room her base.
I felt completely gob-smacked,
She took me by surprise,
This ladybird, there on my plant,
Scoffed my aphids as a prize.
A small and harmless insect,
With a penchant for a ‘grand tour’,
If she ever calls on me again,
She’ll be welcomed, that’s for sure!
© Ernestine Northover
