Bug in my Hair

 Bug in my hair 

A creepy black dozen legged insect

A bug, a spider, an ant now threatens my security

Must have sneaked  in with the wind ,open screen door

Or off a tree  or bush landed gently in my hair

Yes, there is something moving  up there

and I don’t like it.

No, it’s not carnivorous, but could be deadly

Or inject its syrup like a bee bite

Yet all was so calm and dormant minutes ago

And now the wiggly, ticklish thing discovered  my hair

Amonst the  unending forest of brown silver roots

Nature’s creation and protection, Leading to nowhere.

I shake my head profusely, but nothing falls out,

Maybe Dislocate my gray hair a bit

Al this l for one of nature’s cold blooded creatures.

I feel as helpless as an elephant bitten by a flea

Just the knowledge of this invader makes me squirm.

Maybe I’ll put my head under water, rub my head with a towel

And squash the invader to smithereens’.

I look anxiously in the mirror, see another.   

“Come on out you bastard “.I ‘m not coming  to your dinner tonight!”

But no such luck.

No one at home I decide to shuck my clothes,

Yes all of it, stark naked I step in the hot shower

Lots of shampoo should do it.

The damn thing upstairs on my scalp  is not moving

Probably drowned in soap.

As long as it doesn’t wash down my back.

I usually enjoy showers, but this unfortunate circumstance

Has so occupied my mind that only good riddance

Would satisfy to uninvited guest.

“Aha, “ I surmised. As I dried myself in the usual routines

After the shower, but more careful in drying my hair,

I looked downward – maybe some tiny black thing succumbed.

But it was not to be.

I then combed myself numerous times,

Again to no avail. Nothing, but a few dead hairs.

I know I felt it sometime, moving, and deliberate.

This is no imagination – but real.

Unlike most stories, this one has no end

Ere a night when I go to bed wondering if there

Is something up there.

This is not an apparition or dream,

 but truly was a real , cold blooded crawler.

I still I feel something crawling upstairs , sometime.

e. No after affects. Truly I am bigger than this thing.It has a right to live.

But not better – wherever you are.