Bug
by Alaisha Makalaster
October 9, 2000
A bug crawls across
the floor. A black dot
only the size of a little spot.
With infernal quickness
he scuttles, with legs like pinchers:
tiny slivers,
and mini antennae weaving wild �
so intent on life.
so determined
on his world:
Bug World.
I watch him scattle
across the ground
I feel left out,
but in my world
who else sees him there?
Only me,
and there he goes
scurrying out of sight.