Black dots,

Those are the colors

Of the ladybug.

Hard coat of shiny red

Protects her wings from

The harmful touch of

Meddling hands.

She lives in the garden,

Eating up the aphids that

Kill the farmer's crops.

Fuzzy antenna, feeling

The air for the smell of food,

But only comes up with

The smell of death,

Of human hands.

She is suddenly airborne,

Flying away but it caught

And squashed by the

Same farmer who's crops

She had saved.

She is now a mangled mess

Of red and black,

Destined to never eat

Another aphid again.