Pests have legs and crawl
Others meant to fly have wings
Bad ones bite and sting
But the worst of all
Can be found in human forms
Too many to list
Daily Prompt: Pest
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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So true, Ina, so true 🙂
Yep. 🙂
Ohhhh I didn’t know where you were going with this one and then.. BAM! I’ll let myself outside 😉
Ha! Where’s my president Chump swatter?
LOL 🙂
🙂 , Christy!
If only we could swat and smash and forget/get over the latter kind of pests as quickly and easily as we generally do the former!
I wish!
Thank you so much! All of the poetry I’ve read here today is wonderful.
Thank you for your comment, Resa. I’m happy you like my poetry.