"There's A Beetle In My Kitchen.
Oh It's Way Up On The Ceiling.
I Did, I Tried To Kill It,
But I Had A Sinking Feeling.
No Stinger, And No Venom,
Why, It Couldn't Hurt A Fly.
And If I So Big, Kill He So Small,
Then Who On Earth Am I?
Oh It's Just A Little Thing,
It Sits So Far Away,
It Minded It's Own Business,
So Why Can He Not Stay?
Why, I Bet He Has A Family,
A Home, I'm Sure He's Lost.
Now I Could, I Could Set Him Free,
And It'd Be Without A Cost.
So That Day I Learnt Something,
As I Had Thought Before I'd Act.
That I Should Not Kill, If Letting Go,
Will Leave Us Both Intact.
So I Set Him Free Out In The Yard,
And You Never Would Believe;
But My Soils Been Much Softer,
Since The Day I Let Him Leave."
- Arabella Katt ( xCaptainCl3mentinex)
》2022
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
