My husband noticed, near my bench,
A
spotted lanternfly.
I
didn’t have to kill it;
Something
else caused it to die.
I’m
looking at it, upside down
And
really, it’s a pity
That
something so destructive
Can
look cool and downright pretty.
This
species, most invasive,
Has
the city on alert.
We’ve
been told, on sight, to stomp them,
Though
the thought might disconcert.
Like
roaches and mosquitoes,
I
will add this newfound pest
To
the list of critters I might send
To
their eternal rest.
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