Poem written at UNC

I saw a ladybug today crawling in front of me where I lay in the sun reading. The red of the bug went perfectly with the gray of the stone wall. Standing out as nature can she casually strolled along. She came to my hand and paused. "No, I don't think I'll crawl on this," you could almost hear her thinking to herself as she backtracked. I watched her for some time unaware that the day had passed by.

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