Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Diary - Day 41

There's an insect crawling on my desk
It could be one of those outcasts from its sect
For only idiotic ones set out at a winter's dusk
It nevertheless is slithering into the warm of my monitor's shadow

It must have known different fabrics of warmth.
One could be stifling, another cuddly.
Only the penchant for an unknown warmth
must have gnawed its brain to set out early.

As absurd it is as to think of the insect as smart
but knowing a different level of smartness exists out there
makes it smart indeed. For an insect seeking a
new height of smartness, the warmth it left behind with the peers is surely a tether. 

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