Fruit Fly Poem by Barry Middleton

A greenish fly with golden eyes
did chance to interrupt my sighs
then buzzed away to investigate
what next would prove to be its fate.

I let him bite and rub a wing
and thought how life's a fragile thing
involving little bits of good
that cannot last like wishes would.

And I continued to contemplate
this curious creature that came of late
to use a precious part of life
to see if I was food or strife
or something that could be of use
to a fly's short life of mild abuse.

And I do not think it all for naught
that he got but a single grain of salt.