St Maurice's High School: Sophie Gilbert
It stood out amognst its habitat,
the bushes lightly coloured green.
The sun glancing down,
reflecting off its blood red skin.
Every black poka-dot standing out,
both thick and thin.
I felt the urge to lower my hand,
my eyes following its every move.
It felt so delicate, so fragile,
soft and incredibly smooth.
The way it scurried across the tender surface of my hand,
I tried to keep steady, closed my eyes tightly hoping to stay calm.
Suddenly the insect I had became fascinated over,
opened up its premautre wings to fly free.
Before I knew it I was alone again, just me.
by Sophie Gilbride