This week, our optional prompt is asking us to write on something small but beautiful. I chose the tiny fruit fly.
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Battle of Giants Not
My battle with the fruit fly
Pretty, tiny, stealthy bug
But I smacked him good just now
He landed on a white place
Bottom of my coffee cup
Down side up from yesterday
The little buggers like white
They'll settle bravely and search
Search for what, must be some food
Most times futtle smack attempts
The smack comes a bit too late
Stinging hand's only damage
Or the imp was squashed to ooze
This time dreadfully different
Unknowingly a hero
Life donated for my poem.
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Oh dear, insects are a dilemma, aren't they? I don't like to kill things, but I can't stand such bugs as flies, mosquitos and cockroaches in my house or on my person.
ReplyDeleteThat fly was looking for trouble! :-)
ReplyDeleteSeems to have been a brave little bug but unwise to mess with a giant!
ReplyDeleteYou have an endearing way of describing oozing, etc .... a talent one might say!!!!
ReplyDeletehaha a battle of the giants This poem made me smile
ReplyDeleteA unique take on something small which I enjoyed - but I am glad the fly didn't die in vain - Jae
ReplyDeleteBest thing that can happen to them.
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