the small hunter

The insect on the sliding door

Flapping wings trying to escape

The sound of it the fear gripping it

Along the corner of its eyes

“Here comes Sebby”

He looks up and sees

“Now you can't escape me

I will bring a long cleaning duster

Brushing you down to the floor”

Sebby begins to do

Raising up he begins to dust

The poor insect finally drops into the pail

You see Sebby standing there near the door

“There I have done it!

I have done my job”

Then he takes a pose

A face of determination

Showing how he has done it

Quietly he whispers to nobody

“I have to learn to be brave

There are so many to do these days”