The Havanun Tales #5
A primal instinct
When the mist rises from the sea,
ladybugs arrive in droves.
A scientific explanation may be found.
Havanun’s children are used to it
and they play who can keep the greatest number in the palm of the hand.
It is not easy to convince them.
When there is fog,
the ladybugs seem to go crazy,
they fly continuously from place to place.
One lands on my arm,
it runs from the elbow to the wrist.
Ladybugs bring good luck.
Fortune that swift paw on my skin
it tickles me.
Or rather, it gives me chills.
The soft, blond hair that covers my forearm,
A primal instinct,
an alarm in the face of alien beings,
Evolution, epigenetics, shamanism.
Yet it is not easy