Night Bug

The feathered antennae lightly graze my nose I crinkle my features Wrinkles appearing Where there had been none previously. Withholding a sneeze, I gently cup the moon white, night bug. Opening the door, I thrust him skyward And lazily watch as he gently flaps away. *** July 26, 2020

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John Watt

Date: 8/4/2020 10:05:00 PM

A great snapshot of a moment in time. Well done and congratulations ~ John

Aditi Mishra

Date: 8/4/2020 12:47:00 PM

This is so witty Auden. One regular moment penned brilliantly. Congratulations on your win :)

Line Gauthier

Date: 8/4/2020 6:36:00 AM

Lovely, Auden. Reminds of a similar reaction I had once when I was reading in a field and felt something on my hand ~ a little snake had touched me as it was off on its way ~ it was too late to be scared!

John Lawless

Date: 8/4/2020 5:32:00 AM

Well Auden, this one just tickled me....nicely done

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/26/2020 9:17:00 AM

Ah, so delicate and poetic! Well penned.