A minuscule bug
A minuscule bug on the wall in my shower,
Put an end to its life, I’ve been given the power.
It was on its way to I know not where.
Would the bug even care if it died right there?
Not faster going nor was it slowing.
Did it even know where it was going?
Scuttled over a tile and along a crack.
From where it came it may never get back.
I might let it live and go to its Mama.
It may have kids. It could be a papa.
An infinitesimal heart, I’ll name her Meg.
Barely visible, tiny as an ant’s leg.
After smashing her I would still be okay.
Why should I even give her the time of day?
I think I will let her be.
Insect Meg wouldn’t hurt me.
I don’t think she would eat much.
Let her alone, I’ll not touch.
She found a gap where she can return.
In the shadows she stopped and then turned.
She paused and she sighed in her bug bliss.
With impish grin she blew me a kiss.
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