Yesterday,
While walking to a political science class, I noticed the ladybugs dying.
In the leaves strewn about the lawn,
and in the leaves in piles on the sidewalks here and there, and
under the neon lights of the Burger King in the Union.
I had never noticed the ladybugs dying before.
Even the sun will die one day,
in millions of years
even me.
(This poem was written when I attended UW-Milwaukee.)
