Fly

Friendship

A sudden hum, a darting threat,
My open door, your chance you met.
From outside in, a tiny dread,
A nasty critter, in my head.

 

For hours, I chased, with effort grim,
You danced and zoomed from limb to limb.
So hard to catch, so quick, so slight,
You filled my home with weary fight.

 

You spun and zipped, a buzzing stress,
A tiny torment, nothing less.
My patience strained, my temper thin,
But no, I vowed, you would not win!

 

At last, a moment, swift and true,
The outside called, you finally flew.
Go on, you pest, with wings so slight,
Fly, nasty critter, out of my sight!

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  • sorenbarrett

    Bee of wasp or whatever I don't like uninvited pests inside. A metaphor per chance? I don't like them inside my head either. A read that explores how we react with the uninvited and how we feel relieved when they are gone. Nicely done

    • Friendship

      Sorenbarret, thank you so much for your comment.

    • Soman Ragavan

      What is remarkable is that such a tiny creature can end up annoying us, pestering us. It appears that the whole human abilities cannot be harnessed to catch that thing. It keeps darting from place to place.

      • Friendship

        Soman Ragavan, Thank you so much for your support comment; you are so correct. Those tiny, pesky little flies can get under our skin, yet there is no way of catching them.



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