Stink Bug
I caught a quiet stink bug In our home today—semi-invisible, Journeying up the white wall as Pixel stared with deepening curiosity, Wanting to leap with fire and Touch his nose to it. So before he had The chance to turn the bug into prey, I reached for a small glass jar that Once housed artichokes, a glass jar That I had saved to aid in catching Small home intruders. I captured The little life and I watched it crawl on The other side of the glass, impatient to Be freed. I did let it go—outside In the grass, a scene more suitable For a creature like it. I only hoped It wouldn't be too cold.