Bug no bigger
than a comma
scales the wall
next to my recliner.
He's climbing
his Mount Everest
and headed
for the ceiling,
a solo climb,
no bug in front,
no bug behind him.
He has no gear
and miles to go.
He may fall
at any moment.
Let's hope
he signed up
for Obamacare.
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Ha ha! Lovely with a perfect ending! Bravo! ! !