Little Electric Bugs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies softly swinging in the atmosphere alongside strobe
lights crawling like little electric bugs slowly across beams
of the ceiling.

Mind racing through the darkness, along with the band play-
ing many wonderful tunes tonight, sitting back, relaxing,
as they continue to play.

Bringing everyone together just to have a good time, adjust-
ing and rearranging moods caused by stress of this hectic day,
believing in realistic times that are hidden in imagination.