I Don't Kill Ladybugs

I kill spiders, flies, and slugs,

So why don’t I kill ladybugs?

All are intruders in my home,

A house on ground that they once roamed.

They wish me no harm, as they fight to survive,

Yet, almost carelessly, I take their lives.

Is there now a price on my head,

And do bug bounty hunters wish me dead?

Is my face on ‘wanted’ signs,

In dusty towns with sheriff flies?

Perhaps to them, I am the outlaw with the dustpan,

While ladybugs call me Superman.

Or do they hate me just as much,

In solidarity with the other bugs?

For I kill the spiders, flies, and slugs,

But always spare the ladybugs.

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