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A BUGGY ADVENTURE

Blog City Prompt: Imagine that you have caught a talking bug in a jar. What does the bug have to say about nature and the life of a bug? Would you let him free, if asked? Why or Why not.

ADVENTURE WITH A TAKING BUG

I had an old, scratched-up glass jar,
With a screened hole right in the lid,
Used to keeping glow worms and fireflies,
When I was a mean-spirited and lonely little kid.

Now my problem was a new kind of bug,
He came unannounced in a broken-top jug,
Then hid for a while in the old living room,
Under the dusty shag rug I attacked with a broom.

I could hear the bug singing,
Like an old rusty zither,
Horrible, loud, and clinging,
To my brain a sharp pain bringing.

Like a ninja I crawled on the old shaggy rug,
Jar lifted, poised and ready,
To capture, silence and mug,
That shrieking voiced insect, uninvited interloper.

Bug must have seen me coming,
Or heard my thumpy knees,
He shut up tight, silence, no humming,
Not a sound, not a squeak.

My jar arm began to quiver,
Old muscles turning weak,
“If you’re not going to sing,
“I’ll leave you alone for the rest of this week.”

I creaked to my feet,
In a cloud of shag-rug dust,
Then a new sound I heard,
In a raspy, flippant, thrust.

“You are amazing,” the little voice said,
“Old fools like you give me pleasures galore,”
I couldn’t believe it, I heard it distinctly
A bug voice, I’m sure, coming up from the floor.

“Believe it or not, I talk when I want to,”
It said in a voice not mellow, not nice,
“For humans are stupid,” the bug said with a smirk,
“You try and you try to not have to work.”

With old warrior skills, I dropped with a vengeance,
The jar hit the shag carpet and circled the beast,
It said something nasty and angry and cruel,
Bug said, “You have wronged me and broken the rule.

“To capture an insect is only the action,
“Of cowards and weak muggers,
“Who torture and taunt,
“Without a thought why.”

I slipped the lid under and turned up the jar,
The bug glared, I saw him,
His gesture spoke volumes, universally clear,
A bad-assed creature in a scratched-up old jar.

My prisoner, my captive,
Will he plead for my mercy,
Will he beg for release?
“What say you now?” I loudly did preach.

Peals of laughter, he jiggled and shook,
“Unknowing and foolish, that’s how your are,
“My pleasure’s complete, I can’t ask for more,
“Just take a good serious look down at the floor!”

Under my feet the rug started moving,
“You’re done for,” he shouted,
“You wretched old crook,”
My balance was slipping, I fell with the jar!

His voice I could hear,
The joy unmistakeable,
“My cousins, you see, my family and friends,
“We all work together to make true amends,

“We’ll sing at your funeral
“Well dance on your grave,
“Your bones we will keep,
"In and old, scratched-up glass jar."
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Because I missed yesterday’s prompt, this is an adventure we probably should avoid.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy

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