I caught a quiet stink bug
In our home today—semi-invisible,
Journeying up the white wall as
Pixel stared with deepening curiosity,
Wanting to leap with fire and
Touch his nose to it. So before he had
The chance to turn the bug into prey,
I reached for a small glass jar that
Once housed artichokes, a glass jar
That I had saved to aid in catching
Small home intruders. I captured
The little life and I watched it crawl on
The other side of the glass, impatient to
Be freed. I did let it go—outside
In the grass, a scene more suitable
For a creature like it. I only hoped
It wouldn't be too cold.