Mystery Bug

I climbed into my bed with gratitude.
The day was long and rest a welcome plan.
I plumped the pillows, lit the lamp, and viewed
the current novel, Kindle in my hand.
No sooner was location 80 scanned
than twice an insect tried to bother me.
I don’t know what it was that sought to land,
but tired I ignored the mystery.


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