Unwanted Visitor
I peeked in
Under a thick brown rock
Selected arbitrarily in the garden
One hurried millipede blinked
I was unexpected
Legs busied themselves to and fro
No need to straighten up
Are you putting the kettle on?
I have intruded on him
I hate to impose sir
Really you look fine
Shiny and segmented
A perfect coil of limbs
Don't bother yourself
I'm going now
If only my own rock was so easily replaced.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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