Bless me, Poetess, for I have sinned.
It has been a month and a half since my last poem...
Things That Fly
I think a sparrow played chicken today -
Did it not know what might be in store?
It but stared as I barrelled towards it -
It was almost the roadkill du jour.
A mosquito drowned in my grapefruit juice -
Oh, what a sad sight to see.
I wanted that insect dead, to be sure -
But not, alas, inside of me.
A fly kept harrassing my monitor -
Each time I would swipe it away
To the glow it was clearly attracted -
But I squished it - it was in my way.
Do they think that because they can rise
In the air, that they'll always be free?
That they do not need to consider
Even earthbound, their end I can be?
And as I become reluctant killer -
What is the point of my criminal act?
Am I jealous because I, unlike them
Can never float, as a matter of fact?
Or is it simply that they do not know
That their wings are a curse in disguise -
Like the suicide sting of a bee
Bonus can cause their untimely demise?
Things That Fly
I think a sparrow played chicken today -
Did it not know what might be in store?
It but stared as I barrelled towards it -
It was almost the roadkill du jour.
A mosquito drowned in my grapefruit juice -
Oh, what a sad sight to see.
I wanted that insect dead, to be sure -
But not, alas, inside of me.
A fly kept harrassing my monitor -
Each time I would swipe it away
To the glow it was clearly attracted -
But I squished it - it was in my way.
Do they think that because they can rise
In the air, that they'll always be free?
That they do not need to consider
Even earthbound, their end I can be?
And as I become reluctant killer -
What is the point of my criminal act?
Am I jealous because I, unlike them
Can never float, as a matter of fact?
Or is it simply that they do not know
That their wings are a curse in disguise -
Like the suicide sting of a bee
Bonus can cause their untimely demise?