The Ruby In Winter

Blood red.
Black marked.
Snuggled in a
Dying leaf.
Finding warmth
In this desolate
Winter waste land.
A little Gothic bug.
Looked so lonely.
Yet shone so brightly.
A single remnant,
The colour of joy.
This tiny ladybird,
To give it one
Of oh, many names,
Caused me so much
Pause for thought,
I did not notice.
It was my time
To scuttle on
Home.

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