Simple death
With six legs
Very long
Look-alike, gadfly
Had large wings
For flights…
It flew all around.
I wondered how it came
To my room, felt at home!
But later found me wrong
This hermit is no fun…
Chose death or had it died?
Heart attack, loneliness?
Or hunger and away?
From food to match taste?
Or
Was it the pain of loneliness, prison?
Tired of living life within walls?
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