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.