Ode to Roach

Early one morning . . .
Enter Joy, in semi-darkness.
Shadow creeps along Floor in Shower Stall.
Light.
Shadow stops.
Shadow is Cockroach.
Joy stares at Cockroach.
Cockroach pretends not to exist.
Joy stares at Cockroach.
Cockroach observes he is observed.
Skuttle, skuttle, skuttle.
Exit Joy, in search of Flip Flop.
Re-enter Joy, in search of Cockroach.
Cockroach has disappeared.
Hide-and-seek.
Cockroach is good.
But not good enough.
Dark Corner does not make Cockroach invisible.
Enter Flip Flop.
Skuttle, skuttle, skuttle.
Skuttle, skuttle, SMACK.
Smack.Smack.Smack.
Flip Flop: 1.
Cockroach: Dead.
Poor Cockroach.