A bug walked and crawled around.

His lifeless body was never found.

From there he ran and stayed away.

To never come again another day.

 

His wings were gone, his straw tongued snipped.

The bug wished to lounge for a bit.

 

The nectar could not be drank.

He wondered how much nectar he could make.

 

In the end he could never fly.

He curled into a ball and died.