The Bug On the Ceiling

The Bug On The Ceiling A tiny round bug crawling along the ceiling With armored wings and shell Six legs carry it about without gravity Chaotic motions driven by our eye And nature’s interpretation of What and why and how it goes by As chance might pull it left or right I doubt it thinks things through As it advances aimlessly up there Or why we watch here from the floor Our necks in a knot and sore If I could choose to work all day Or stay with the bug Fixed here to figure things out…. He pays no rent….He is not a pest from what I gather Tiny round bug on the ceiling What harm is there in that? What will the thing do next? He is my guest