November Seduction


	Walking to the bus while a winter front 
	gusted, I nearly bumped into plant debris 
	hanging from spidersilk, attached to a tree
	and vibrating in the wind
	A ladybug clung to the bark

	A few seconds of maneuvering enticed her 
	to wander up and down and around 
	the knuckles of my left forefinger, 
	tickling the hairs of my hand

	I looked down the street to see 
	the bus a few blocks away, unnoticed
	in my distraction
	I tried to lead the ladybug from my finger 
	to shelter on a small tree, safe from the wind
	She wouldn't let get go