Wisp

A wisp of me caught in a glass jar....

fluttering blindly. Knocking at the sides.

A soft glowing heart exposed for passer by.

"Poor little".....

"Sweet little"......

"Cute little."..........

"Bug".

Another flight. Another smack into clear walls.

I'll put you on the shelf, don't worry you'll have company.

Old pens....no ink.

Loose change...Some mail.

Dust draperies to hug your jar...

Little glowing wisp, out of sight.....

out of mind.

"Sweet little"....

"Sad little".........

"Trapped little Bug."