While meditating half asleep
In a throne room tiled and bare
I peeped toward my feet below,
Saw a tiny multi-legged beast
Not more than an inch in length
Creeping past my toe
And decided I would watch it
On its pathway to wherever
It might go.
Moving slow on multi-legs
Looking like ten dozen pegs
It wandered from one crevice to another
Examining the filthy floor
Between it and the distant door
For food to fill its microscopic craw.
But then the hush that dominated
Was shattered when I flushed –
And the bug was there no more.
Copyright 2025 John I. Blair
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