lady bug

it is snobbishly fine and can be cheerily bouncy
suddenly it listens to no reason and then hangs limp

most days it is confident to face the bright of day
other days it hides shyly in the dark

it has to be tended as it grows sparsely
but without much thought it readies itself in the morning

most of the time it is quite a softie
in the next moment, however, it decides to be a toughie

it has a life of its own and sure gets its way
sometimes it cooperates unwittingly, to my delight

unconsciously i take it for granted,
then i take extra care when buying stuff for it

to my hair that's ever growing, ever changing
you'd taste your first cut in this place tomorrow

the last day of the year