in a distant whim of boyish mischief
I might have cherished this moment
with a quick thrust of fly swatter
turn of newspaper
or captured in a jar for further study

now wisdom...tolerance
of all living things
prevents me from enjoying this spasm of destruction

I hold no grudge against you fellow Earthling
which of us the true invader?
rests solely in our mutual creator’s eyes

both bound by assets/liabilities...

you with instinct
sometimes enviably...no emotion; remorse
the gift of flight
size though a debilitating factor

me the sometimes unwelcome gifts
of intelligence; pity
overpowering memory of past encounters
...pain

between us shared
a sense of community
will to survive
defend territory...

within these man made walls
sadly then...no compromise
as once more
technology wins over nature
a quick spray of insecticide
and the issue is put to rest

with a flush of toilet
more relief than satisfaction
at a job well done (?)

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10/24/2015

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