watch you go cherry-red motor dots that look painted on
no bigger than a fingertip contact lens bonnet millimetre-thin wires for legs
shuffle not scuttle climbing the stem before you open up
unfurl acetate wings brisk flicker into a speck against the sky
Written: April 2019. Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.