The Bug

 

Sometimes, there are little things that no one pays attention to.

Like us. We’re expediently microscopic to the Larger Ones

We serve no function or benefit,

We are vermin, merely created to frighten the females, and taunt the males and cause disturbance

We’re not miracles of nature or remarkable fauna.

We represent fear and irritation.

Ignorance is bliss, but what bliss?

 

We keep your earth clean, though you beg to differ

We keep this world spinning on its axis

We make sure unsoiled strawberries are on your pancakes every morning

We keep trying, despite the newly squashed intimate we encounter every second on our path of prosperity

We may be bugs, but we are life.