The Bug . . . Dire Straits

Tiny Tuesday 

Well it's a strange old game, you learn it slow
One step forward and it's back to go
You're standing on the throttle
You're standing on the brakes
In the groove 'til you make a mistake
Sometimes you're the windshield
Sometimes you're the bug . . .


Words to live by?  I walked around the garden looking for tiny subjects and found this specimen on a sweet pea pod.  I liked its face.