A millipede waves on the sidewalk dust
ruby-backed scales with a touch of rust
deliberate marching straight towards the street
a road not perceived by the undulant feet.
I pluck it up and it curls to protest
blocking me out as it hides, distressed
I place it away on safe grass to rest
knowing for sure it will ne’er be impressed
that I saved it from death
that I did what was best.
I try not to view the crawler as flawed;
I am probably just like that creature to God.
balladrael 
