From my vantage point on the couch, I can see two
flecks on the wire, each moving opposite
to the other, like watching a highway
skirt the horizon line.  Traffic is light
on North and Southbound.  There is time enough 
for these rat racers to pause, lift
themselves, leg to leg, thorax to thorax,
peace be with you.
They break, heading in their respective directions.
I return to more important matters.