Bother

A Poem by Melinda

Why bother? ;)

No one molests the snail in it's shell-
bothers or worries about him
When he chooses to tuck in.

No one polite forces the fly trap-
prys open her jaws,
the kindest trouble her naught at all.

No one twists the cumulus for rain
or peirces his swollen belly,
Not one, not any.

No one pushes the fruit from seeds
even the hungry
know better, you see.

So why as I sleep,
and put off today for one better,
does everyone bother me?