I chased every creature that life could deliver
Spiders and ants and snakes
Their lives were a mystery
I longed for the history
Of what made them quiver or shake.
Now as I age I forgive them a cage or terrarium
To study their being
For like you and me
Their being is free
As our being is here on this earth
So with a grin and a smile
I still watch as they travel this land
No matter the geography
Or the topography
They love life, like us,
For awhile.
John Shea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sky-pilot/
