Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Flight of death

It scurried over my

feet, as I sat

Pondering over what
To ponder.
The Cockroach came from,
I was not sure where

But I watched its flurried

Movement from one end
To another wondering why.

The trouble started when

It showed it could fly

And fluttered right in my face.

I thought then

The creature is creeping me out,

So had to be gotten rid of.

The question of how

Was answered by the
Bottle of spray.

The tiny thing probably sensing
the impending

Doom slipped into a crevice. 

Not giving up I sprayed the spray
around the hole.

In the morning when I saw its

Upturned body, I said

If only you had not taken wings.

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