Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Ladybird beetle, are you at home

When creeping about on a rain-kissed bud?

Ladybird beetle, where do you roam

When pelted by storm-drops which thunder and thud?

This world is unkind to Ladybirds when

The storms of this life rattle to and fro;

 Even foxes have holes, and badgers their dens

When inclement weather rumbles.  Although –

Perhaps you claim gypsy blood, wee wand’ring soul,

And love for the breezes to blow you at will;

Perhaps there’s a freedom in choosing to go

Where e’er the storm takes you, for good or for ill.