a spot on the wall moving

a spot on the wall moving
something light orange
males usually brighter
in nature than
females with spots
to show the difference
between them all
it is female
she’s called Lolaa
eyed by she who sits
nearest the wall
hurdle onto an iced tea lid
brought to our level
freely crawling about
she moves from page
to page to paige sitting
in the folds of a shirt
soon she leaves she flies
away into the air
knocking the light
eyes upwards to see
the commotion
oxygen lacked in the
rooms back laughter
amused by the lady Lolaa
order in the encased
four walls of beige
in the late night
dissention into chaos
and all because
of a lady