The Fly: Part Deux
Buzzing, spinning, dancing across my eye
Moments are precious
So says the fly
It walks, it talks, with the speak of a wing
Dancing, twirling, it settles on my things.
I close my eyes and hear its call
The sound of a moment, a dream, a space
That slips away from my mind.
Watch it spin and me try to swat it
Watch it's dance and the way it captures all
I huff, I puff, I smote it with my eyes
It spins, it twirls in the blink of an eye
My backpack is a perch
My ears are it's home
I fell for it's call
And it buzzed me ever since.
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