June Bug

There’s a light on outside
Where a June bug hums its paper-thin wings
Under a yellow hazy light,
Shrouded by a stars,
Veiled by the wisps of heavy clouds,
Mystified by such a light
As I am mystified by you
I wonder why you linger, when
A few seconds more
Of fluttering around that light will kill you
And feigning ignorance of the corpses of brethren scatter below
As I look away, you plummet dead
To your friends
A litter to be swept up by a broom when June really does come
And I as sit here wondering you
I realize the unfortunate truth
That I am just like you