Bugs As children, the bugs were Part of life. I shied at the Sight of spiders, while he Shooed them away. The roaches, they were the Rulers of the indoors, Robed with ebony wings and So revolting in their splendor, They fell victim to assassination By a shoe, or a swatter. Having been stung several times, He feared the bee and wasp. Having never been stung, I feared them more. But one, we'd swat to the ground and Watch as she struggled, never to Fly again. Catching them in our hands, We'd rip the wings off the singles, Break up the happy pairs. The love bug, so harmless in its Existence, but it was either our fate Or a messy end on a windshield. Written as a weekly poem for Creative Writing class, working on revision from feedback. I don't like it. =P Webmaster: gck@graycodekitty.com Last updated: September 22, 2003