I watched him crawl
Was he or it perhaps watching me?
As it moved precariously along the ledge
Looking over the side did it think?
Could I topple off or maybe slide
Was it contemplating ending it all:
I hope that is not the case
I don’t do little pest invasions
Now would the word hoover
Lead me to the nook and crannie
It calls home?
© Chris Black. November 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~