Metapmorphosis Haikus

From Gregor's POV
How nice of Grete
to leave me this milk and bread,
but i prefer dung.

I like to crawl, slow
across the cieling and walls.
What's this sticky stuff?

From Gregor's Mother's POV
Where has my son gone?

I should tend to my sewing

Did that bug eat him?

I feel faint, Grete.
I can not love this beetle;
He is not my son.

From Gregor's Father's POV
Grab the newspaper,
or a cane, or the fruit bowl.
I must beat him down.

He can not escape.
Gregor is now a danger
To our family.