Natural History

A speckled bug,
starling iridescent sheen,
indigo, pulsates abdominally
in the leaf’s
unconscious shade.

In tiny scrabbly fits
it probes subatomic localities;
sips ether,
tasting molecules.

Toward my impending eye,
an admiring Volkswagen,
it pauses and casts a lacquered glance.
It’s binary appraisal
libels love,
and it deftly darts away,
returning the world to exile.