it gets harder to smoosh a bunch
of ants
with my shoe
as they crawl across
the kitchen floor carrying
grains of sugar.
it's hard now
to spray a poison on them
and watch them roll
over and die.
as a kid, no problem, but
as i approach
that receding light, i'd
rather live and let live
and just
shoo them out the door.
bees, no problem
flies and spiders,
wasps. lady bugs and crickets.
all good. who could kill
a cricket anyway. not me,
not anymore.
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