SILLY MUSINGS

For many years I have written poetry. Some silly, some serious, and some, well, just out there. I decided to share an occasional poem, so here goes. This one probably classifies as both silly and out there:

I STEPPED ON A BUG

I stepped on a bug and killed it dead;

Why did I do it? Where was my head?

I was walking along, not checking to see;

That my feet would be clear, of the wee families;

Maybe this bug had a family to raise;

But with one careless step, I have ended his days;

I will live with this guilt, wherever I roam;

That I orphaned his children, right out of their home;

So please heed my words, as you walk down the street;

There’s a whole other world, living under your feet.

© 2007 – Kimberly Miller