A Two Beetle

A Two Beetle

Two of them appearing on a window

One gold, glowing as fire from the sun

Whose six legs alternate upon the screen, 

No telling where it’s going or has been,

I’d thought these insects all were slate cold gray,

It’s come for warmth to take the sun today

The second, black, is crawling just the same

A six legged oval on the window pane,

Walking tandem along-side its brother

As if the other was its mother

But no - it’s its shadow, dark and clear

Who with the crawling sunset disappears