I see a bug
hangin’ on to the blinds
sunnin’ himself
the sun shinin’ through the window
warms it up nicely
makes the bug think it’s summer
but he must know it ain’t
because he just hangs there
real tight too
I know
because I tried to
knock him off
with a duster
the sun’s warm, Now,
but he must know
it won’t last forever
so he just hangs on
for dear life
so I think for a moment
about this desperate bug
some kind of beetle
black with red stripes
bright colors usually means bad
but this guy don’t do nothin’
except hang around
maybe he makes a bird sick
when the bird eats it
maybe not
maybe the bird just thinks
it’ll get sick
from eatin’ that bug
so I figure
I’ll get the vacuum cleaner instead
use the hose
to suck `em away
he hangs on for a sec
holdin’ on for dear life
but only a sec
then he’s gone
works like a charm
Allen is a part-time poet. He is a life-long Mercer County resident and a graduate of Rutgers University. His poetry has previously appeared in the 2007 U.S. 1 Summer Fiction Issue.
