Walking through a dreaded dream,

Silence falling through the seams.

Soft rustles float up as I walk

Through a field of ladybug husks.

The floor littered with corn-kernel petals,

Softly scratching like rusty metals.

Sad, I see, as closer I look

At the hundreds of dried-out ladybug husks.

Like bleached-out wilted dandelion puffs,

There lies the tomb of the ladybug husks.