I was ready to write
something profound and
worthwhile, but my attention
span got the best of me again.
It is bedtime and the Octoplush keeps playing its song
interspersed with my bear breathing and a stink bug
with a death wish. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, plop, snore, snore, buzzzzzzzzzzzz,
I should be more kind
to stink bugs, but the night
I woke up with one in my mouth ended
my affection for these majestic
yet prehistoric creatures.