I was sitting at my computer listening to an old soft rock love song where a guy was singing about much he feels for
a woman and how much he needs her love
when a stink bug winged its way to me and landed
on my shoulder, and I heard him sniffling,
and I knew he was in a bad way.
I looked at him and saw he was teary eyed, probably about a stink bug woman that rejected him.
He tells me he can’t meet any stink bug women
on dating apps online.
I commiserate, done that, been there. Never going
back.
I told him to take heart, and that he’s a good looking stink bug,
a good provider, and any stink bug woman would be lucky to be with him.
He smiled expansively. I saw my words eased his love life woes.
He fluttered his wings merrily, his soul lifted, and
he flew out a window into a brighter, sunnier day.
A week later, I saw him on a ledge of one of my apartment windows
with a beautiful stink bug woman, their fore and mid legs entwined, madly in love.
I love it when a story has a happy ending and love finds a way. Maybe the stink bug – I’ll call Fred – will invite me to his wedding.
Bob Boyd