A busy woodlouse wends his way <br /> across the tiles of black and gray. <br />A vast expanse beneath the sky <br /> I wonder where he goes and why. <br /> <br />A tiny creature harming none <br /> he journeys on his way alone in danger <br />from the birds that fly. <br /> I wonder where he goes and why. <br /> <br />Wood lice have no defence at all <br /> except to curl up into a ball. <br />He hurries on determinedly. <br /> I wonder where he goes and why. <br /> <br />Now he will travel on no more <br /> he has become the breakfast for <br /> a hungry blackbird passing by. <br /> I know where he’s gone and why. <br /> <br />Revised sep 07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-44/
