Wood mites eat
paper under bed,
cockroaches feast
on companion dead,
silverfish climb
up the wall beside…
Clothes hang to dry
whipped into frenzy
by wild wind,
and flower opens
calls in colors:
“I’m here! I’m here!
Look at ME!!”
While doormat screams
“Don’t step on me!”
Sounds keep me up,
awake at night…
or, NOT!

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