Bug Off! ©-MFB III
I watched a tiny bug
sailing on a bright orange leaf,
down a slow, but turbulent stream,
clinging wingless at the mercy
of a deep and rocky flow.
Like a sailor with no tiller
leaning with the shifting craft,
trying hard to hold the center,
water droplets twice his size,
splashing water bombs around him.
Suddenly a limb extending
just ahead became a haven
in an instant he leaped upward,
landing firmly there with flair,
thus escaping icy death,
as the leaf it tumbled onward,
flipping over on the next turn,
disappearing 'round the bend.