I was there

The brown potato sack I held over my head,
with the thunder, it rained.
Soaked I found a lady bug.
This giant insect I had shrinked it into!
The containment between a fantasy and reality?
But on the occasion;
lady bug squeezed the life out.
And the lady bug kept alive in the woods:
a forest full of insects.
I was there.
This I thought.
The thought of an irresistable cage.
The thought of an irresistable cage.
No thought that of risky behavior.
I have behaved myself well enough,
that my self-respect is not risked.
And if the show fits, not only do I wear it -
I
- would imagine work of durability.
I was there.