At #dversepoets pub this evening we have been prompted to write from the perspective of a creepy crawley.
I am Incy
Hu-man’s come, Hu-man’s go,
They cannot do static.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting to pounch.
On my male
Hu-man’s talk, Hu-man’s shout.
They cannot do quiet.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting for my meals
To pull my leg
Hu-man’s taste, Hu-man’s waste
They cannot be orderly
I am Incy Waiting
Waiting for my hatchlings.
To feast on their first meal.
Hu-man’s switch, Hu-man’s make bright
They cannot do darkness.
I am Incy waiting
Waiting to be eaten
I am my babies first m………….
©14/09/2021 rogleach

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