Watching A Centipede Die Poem by Tina O'Rourke
Watching A Centipede Die
Trashing, it scrambled along the shiny surface of the metal sink.
Millions of legs running,
Antenna stretched searching for sanctuary.
Frozen, I watched it sink, one bit of its hinged body at a time.
Loosing, it drown in a swirl of liquid bubbles.
Dead.
The only problem it was still there and I hate bugs.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Tina O'Rourke
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 8:32:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Tina, there's only one suitable reply to yours, mine: Cheers, Jerry MILLIPEDE With all those legs legs, one would suspect you'd travel as high speed? But observing your ridiculous gait, they just impede you. Silly millipede.