All summer long we’ve fought
our battles
…you and I.
You’ve wanted access to my refuse
or, into my domain
I’ve spent my time
ensuring doors and any cracks
were sealed against your
endless attempts to intrude
Outside is where you belong
with all the other bugs
as far away from me as can be
So,
I cannot explain
today when I saw your plight
half of your body poking out
between the shingles
the rest of it trapped
I realised you couldn’t move back
forward, up or down
and you have been the bane of
my life
why did I help so that you
were free to be on your way
Is that what makes a friend?
~*~
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As I’m allergic to a few of these little buggers, I have spent most of the summer trying to avoid them at all costs but today I saw an earwig, yes, a pest but, it was caught between the wooden tiles/shingles on the wall outside. It was half out and stuck, couldn’t move and it little legs and head were quite frantic. So, I thought, about leaving it to its fate and then thought, would I want to be left if I was stuck like that too? So, I got an old blunt knife and prised the gap open wide enough for it to drop out… thought that might be called: ‘what is a friend’ over at Carry on Tuesday.
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Carry on Tuesday #172 What is a friend?
