Beetles

Cutting and slicing and chewing your dirt, You beetles seem hungry, in dire need of mirth Your greetings are so similar- as same as they are curt You run and crawl, and squiggle and sprawl, full of such energy at birth. Shimmering little bead, with such tenuous young leads, they do turn you and spurn you It is the schoolchildren discovering themselves discovered in the boring dirt. Herded like cattle, like fish they are lured- out into sunlight, where they may play just right the children do laugh and squeal in fright, but these beasts of the burden of being playthings, have no ears by which to ring, Such beasts do not look away from their dirt, why stray from where you wish to stay? Why should one arise from a place where he does dearly wish to stay?