Planting glass on window pane, Sliding it to tiring bug - A creepy-crawly stuck inside. You slide it forward Delicately inching toward The anthropod. Lifting glass you slip a card To gather fly or bee or bug Safe under glass, Protected from a dire passing. Lifting whole so carefully So as to not crush head or wing While bearing thing To door and freedom. It, a test, trial, task - a problem Of the kind that gets you points in heaven And, of which you feel well pleased When finally you do succeed.