the fly buzzes past me
irritating little shit
keeps landing on my computer screen
giving me a fit
Storm laying on a rug
in front of the fireplace
"Storm get the fly"
she starts the chase
up the stairs
down the stairs
into the kitchen
across the living room floor
over the couch
over my keyboard
across the kitchen counter
up the from door
i look at her
she looks at me
"well", i ask her
"you gonna let this be"
a fixed stare
as the fly lands on the floor
a flick of the tail
a wiggle of the butt
a flying leap
the fly is no more
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
