I don’t think they know

I’m trying to help them
 
Hundreds of Chinese
Lady Beetles
 
At the bottom of he sash
Skeletal remains
Of the souls who
Didn’t make it
 
I open the window
Then the screen
 
I start at the top and begin
Brushing them down
 
They try to scratch
With their little legs
Through
To the other side
Of the glass
 
I try to be careful
Their little shells
Protect them
Pretty well
 
After being brushed
They drop
 
Half-way down
The hard shell splits
Little wings pop out
 
As they feel the air
At the bottom of the sash
They putter off
 
I wonder if they will think of me
Will they remember me
As there large savior
 
I wonder what they expect
Out in the big world