a brown bug
of unusual proportions
finds his way in,
crawls slowly
across the laundry room
floor.
the cold has
staggered him
as if he was on
a pub crawl
in the streets of
Georgetown.
it would be easy to
snare
him in a bag or by
broom
toss him into the cold
flush
of water, but why.
how long can a brown
bug's life be
anyway.
let him go for now.
I don't think he bites.
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