An Insect On Trial

On a temperature perfect evening, while kids play and run I am sitting in a gazebo under a slowly setting sun Unexpectedly, an insect appears in my line of sight like the stereotypical tear flowing from a man of might Watching; it saunters around my feet Is it afraid of my presence? Should it be afraid of me? Have I become afraid of it? Paranoid are we. Is this the feeling the great and defeated Goliath felt? Intrigued by this encounter, I think what an awful hand this bug was dealt. For I have now become judge and jury; The gazebo is now a courtroom The insect moves beyond my feet and closer to me My nerves all rise. Perhaps I could crush this being like a foot to a grape, its ending would be red On the contrary, it's possible the insect just wants to be fed Perhaps I'll relocate the bug without the shedding of slime It would be hard to justify such action, consider the scene of the crime, Perhaps I shall agree with its innocent plea and leave it alone to let it be... The latter I chose for who am I to decide A splatter of a death for an outdoor being, being outside Upon leaving the courtroom feeling justice was served, I was unaware the insect was being observed Compassionate was I, like a god being merciful to a sinner but it was soon caught in a spider's silky web for dinner... Written March 19, 2017