Day 96 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
Woke up this morning and a June bug was handing onto the screen door for dear life. She hung on all day until my husband flicked her off. I kind of grew attached to seeing the big bug hang out for the day. I am not a fan of June bugs and thankfully they aren't around long but they make good subject matter for a poem. The birds probably enjoy June bug snacks in the morning since most of them don't survive the night.
