Sometimes we stumble on compassion
~ Alan
The fly
This fly
Dive bombs me in the kitchen.
Raising the Times to swat it,
‘Die, fly! Die!,
I cried.
But hard as I tried,
I never got it.
I saw it again the other day,
Crawling across the floor,
Buzzing its short life away,
I raised the Times to swat it.
But I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t kill that fly.
So I closed the kitchen door
And left him to it.
Don’t ask me why.
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