I watch the lazy progress of a fly
Behind dark shades,
Eyes half closed, Indifferent
The fan Turns Slowly
Languid streamers waving
In the Forced breeze
The fly caught in the current
I watch
An Outside Observer
Apathetic to its struggle
A streamer slaps it abruptly
And it Falls
The great terrifying drop
To the floor
It hits the ground
Without a twitch
I sit in the Silence
At a sudden Loss
For who is there to Mourn
The Sudden Death
Of a fly?
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I liked this write. Very observed way to write about nature, good or bad. Some days I feel like that fly! Keep it up.......Steve