Beetles
Beetles dot the surface of Planet Earth
Their hard, metallic shells glinting
In the scorching sun.
The buggies scuttle low on the ground
Which used to be soft soil
Now replaced by solemn stone.
They roll with a single destination in mind
Driven with yellow bead-like eyes alight
Night and day, zipping by in swarms.
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