Bottled Sun for Ladybug

I have an extra room, good for nothing but

bottling the sun for one, lone ladybug.

She goes still for days on end, spending

hours motionless while hanging, backside-down;

on occasion taking flight and swirling 'round,

dizzy in her adoration - soon blinded,

and ramming her head into the molded glass.

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