snapshot

flailing away at infinity
the tiny winged night bug
on its back
under the desk lamp
kicks and struggles with
thread legs
under the heat of the
light
as in the corner of the
room
my fat yellow cat
lifts his   left leg
high
and licks his precious
parts
as in the harbor now
a boat suddenly loosens
a horn sound

the cat stiffens, stops
licking

the bug becomes
motionless

then,
both   at once,
they return to their
former
divertisements.