A mayfly flew around my head
But landed on a bush instead
I said, “It’s August, you’re kinda late.”
It buzzed, “That’s cute, let’s not debate.
Winter’s coming, I’ve much to do,
least of which is chatting with you,
you’re a human, so of course you would
assume it’s seasonal, not just could.
And now I must be on my way
please stop pestering me, good day!”
I chuckled, though he looked quite grim,
As I thought to myself what’s bugging him?
Are You Reading Me?
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