Pesky

Monday 11 March 2024
poetry

Pesky little thoughts that tug at my sleeve,
Like midges in summer that refuse to leave.
They buzz around the kitchen, spoil my tea,
Turn a quiet evening into a fussy spree.
Yet in their restless dance I find a spark,
A reminder that even annoyances leave their mark.

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