Beetles come whirring in
Through the open window rudderless
And hit on the walls like small pellets
They sometimes fall upside down
With their tiny legs tilted up
And lie down awhile in their initial shock,
Unable to take off immediately
If we are not quite careful
They get crushed under our feet
With a small explosive sound
Making us conscious of our inadvertent step
These innocuous winged visitors,
Thus unwittingly are stamped to death
Know life can wither away quite abrupt
By trespassing into unwelcome territory!