The Spotted Lanternfly

My husband noticed, near my bench, A spotted lanternfly. I didn’t have to kill it; Something else caused it to die. I’m looking at it, upside down And really, it’s a pity That something so destructive Can look cool and downright pretty. This species, most invasive, Has the city on alert. We’ve been told, on sight, to stomp them, Though the thought might disconcert. Like roaches and mosquitoes, I will add this newfound pest To the list of critters I might send To their eternal rest.