He sneaks into my apartment somehow
every now and then,
even in the winter with the windows closed
and winterized, he still occasionally gets in.

He’s kind of like the magician Houdini, who could break
out of almost anything, but instead of
being an escape artist, he’s a break in artist.

He’s a weird looking critter to say the least.
He’ll never win a bug beauty contest for sure.

And he’s sitting here looking at me now probably
thinking of me as some weird looking god
that’s probably a false god compared to the
stink bug gods he worships.

I could end his life in a flash, but he’s a gentle
soul who never bites or causes me any trouble.
He’s just sitting on my computer now and he’s got a dreamy look
on his face, probably thinking about his latest stink bug girlfriend,
been there with human women, know the feeling.

Were he a mosquito, I’d be bitten, and that bug would be
taken out in a bug crushing millisecond.

Unlike the stink bug with whom I’m smitten because of his odd look
and gentle nature.

I’m sure he’s not gentle with smaller prey, but it is not his fault
he’s created to kill to eat.

We may not all do the killing, but we eat smaller things too;
it’s nature’s way.

Even the vegans are accessories to things killed for their sustenance,
like all those innocent vegetables that silently scream when
cruelly uprooted from the earthly homes and savagely consumed.

Poor stink bug saddled with a name that stinks. If only when
he was named he could have had a say and chosen a cooler
name, like Most Awesome Bug.

Bob Boyd