A beetle fallen in the tub
Could not get out again,
I’d better lift him out, I thought,
Lest he go down the drain.
I saw him slide and slither
But his feet could get no grip…
The more he sought his own escape,
The more I saw him slip.
I knew I had to intervene
And sought for something fit,
But panicking, the beetle fled
And destiny was writ.
Was it my fate to mourn his loss
Or his to drown in muck?
We both of us had done our best
And both ran out of luck.
I really tried to catch the thing,
He ran… I was too late…
And down the drain he disappeared;
There’s no escaping Fate.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Oh! Too sad…. He might be a brilliant swimmer 😉💜
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He would need to be 😦
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Indeed
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Oh you tried your best Sue! 🙂 x
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I did, Marje 😦 x
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awww
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Your delightful poem with the sad ending reminded me of a true story that has a happier ending. I hope you don’t mind:
Once I saw an inchworm inching up
Its near invisible thread beneath a tree
So far its endeavors had gotten it no higher than my knee
It clambered on in its steadfast way
And I just stood and watched it climb
Marveled at its endurance, its perseverance so sublime
When it reached eye level it stopped suddenly
Stiffened and hung dangling straight as a knife
Had it climbed so far only to here before me lose its life?
It had been an arduous climb
And I’d wondered had it tired
And now it appeared the inchworm had expired
I didn’t expect this end
didn’t know what to make of it
then before my eyes the inchworm tensed- and shit
The inchworm continued inching upwards
And I just had to laugh
At its active passing, relieved it hadn’t passed.
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LOL!
Sadly, mine too was a true tale…
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Phew, I’m glad you don’t mind my poembombing your comment section. That inchworm saga has stayed with me then your poem inspired me to write it down in verse. Both experiences with the insect world offer many lessons on life, fate, and giving a sh*t.
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I’m glad you shared it 🙂 I agree, beyond the humour, there are lessons to be learned.
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It’s so touching.Reminds me of some great opportunities in life that we hesitate to take and end up losing them.
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yes, that is the way of it.
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Somethings you just can’t change…!
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No… some things, you just can’t.
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😍
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Poor little guy. At least you tried, and you did get a poem out of it. Maybe he’ll show up in the sink when you least expect him.
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The rest of his family seem to have taken up residence too…
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Oh dear. 🙂 We have a ladybug infestation going on. They’re pretty until you find them swimming in your coffee.
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Ah. No… it is probably not the best place for them. 😦
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Fate indeed. He was fated to drown in your pipes and you were fated to have a beetle down your drown. A two-pronged fate?
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Fate is always double-edged…
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I admit I rescue bugs too, sometimes with good results, other times not.
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You can only try, Audrey…
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Oh dear… ya win some, ya lose some! 😉
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You do… but trying matters more, perhaps, than winning. Though not to this beetle…
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Beetles are good swimmers. I bet he’s doing the backstroke somewhere 😉
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I hope so!
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I regularly rescue spiders from our bathtub, but I’m certain I don’t get ’em all. We have a tank-and-evaporation-pit system so if they can hold their breath until they get there there’s a slight chance of survival. 🙂
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I doubt mine was that lucky 😦
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What a beautiful image of that green beetle, Sue. As a kid, all I wanted for my sixth birthday was the complete 16-volume nature encyclopedia set from Audubon, so that I could look at all those cool insects (and sea creatures)—and memorize their scientific (Latin) names, of course.
I always try to rescue my household “guests”; but, alas, every so often, the best of intentions go sideways. I like to imagine that drain-droppers are whisked away on a fun water slide ride and deposited safely somewhere on the other end of the pipe to continue their adventures.
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That would be a good end to the story, Erik.
There is such amazing variety of colour, design and function in the small world of insects…they really are fascinating and often beautiful creatures.
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A lovely rhyming verse poem, Sue. I must be honest, these are my favourite poems.
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I enjoy writing them as well as reading them, Robbie 🙂
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Beautiful blog!
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Thank you.
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