from a warm kitchen
to rudely flicked in the snow
shelf life of a beetle
(In this case a box elder beetle, aka “maple bug”—
the bug that comes in from the cold.)
Published by Christine Goodnough
I'm a wife, mom & grandma, a writer, homemaker and nature lover at home on the Canadian prairies. I post short stories and poem about life and personal experiences, writing from a Christian perspective and adding a dash of humor where I can.
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