Ode to the Lightning Bug on My Shower Curtain

Lightning bug on my shower curtain,
Oblivious, bug-eyed voyeur,
Couldn't you latch your legs onto
Some other piece of ground?
You make me self-conscious,
Lightning bug, yet you don't
Seem to realize just what
You've fluttered into.
I suppose the privacy
Of cleansing rituals
Isn't as sacred
Where you come from.
Unfazed by the shower's
Streams of water,
You sit there, motionless,
Almost pensively.
What could you be pondering,
Lightning bug?
I do my best thinking
In the shower too,
But not when other people are in it.
Silent, motionless, you cling there,
Not realizing you're out of your element.
Shouldn't you be outside,
Letting kids chase you with jars,
Complementing their all-American childhood?
Unburdened by social standards,
Species roles, common sense
You cling there
As only an insect could.
You must have no idea how to get out,
After all,
I doubt I look that good naked.