Ode to a small bug who really annoys me

A Proper Insect

So tiny I can’t even see him properly,

He flies around my nose

Behind my glasses

And out again

From my left ear to my right ear

Not even a proper insect

Like the elegant wasp at work stripping bits of wood

from the rippled grey steps

Or the sturdy black shield shaped bug

Who stops on my knee to consult for a minute

About this tiny annoyance

This buzzing dot that circles my forehead

Trying to distract me

My reflexes too slow to capture or crush him

So I resort to my old motto

The best revenge against those who wish me ill

Is to live well and happily.

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