Fruit Fly

What is all of the buzz?
Don’t tell me it’s just because
there is a fly in the room—
some harbinger of doom.

As it zips this way… then that,
never quite certain where it is at,
nor where it will ultimately be,
as it now seeks to elude me.

Until I finally get the fly swatter—
though I am in need of a spotter
to help guide my shaky hand,
help me to then truly understand.

How, with its very short lifespan,
it is able to do all that it can—
to be such a real annoyance,
with all its buzzing flamboyance.

Not only bothering just me…
even bothering dear old Emily,
right there in the final end,
before Dickinson’s casket did descend.