DEAD BUG
I saw a dead bug
on a window sill.
It bothered me
more than a dead bug
caught in a spider’s
web
or one that hit my windshield.
I wondered, “Why?”
Maybe because
I didn’t know how
or when it died -
but those other two
deaths made more sense.
Is that the way it is
with death? Old age,
cancer, tough but
they make sense.
But to die alone like
a fly on a window sill?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
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