Winged Visitors

When summer comes, bugs are aplenty Especially if it has rained a day or two before Beetles come whirring in Through the open window rudderless And hit on the walls like small pellets They sometimes fall upside down With their tiny legs tilted up And lie down awhile in their initial shock, Unable to take off immediately If we are not quite careful They get crushed under our feet With a small explosive sound Making us conscious of our inadvertent step These innocuous winged visitors, Thus unwittingly are stamped to death Know life can wither away quite abrupt By trespassing into unwelcome territory!