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

Bloody earwigs

Now would the word hoover

Lead me to the nook and crannie

It calls home?

© Chris Black. November 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

#Poetry #amwriting


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