To A Fly Poem by Tom Billsborough
To A Fly
So circumspect the fly
Which studies in minutiae
The many consoles
Of his mission space control...
God's all seeing eye
inspects me from my palm..
And calmly kneels as if in prayer.
I can only stare.
Is this an act of idiot faith
Or the cool dare
Of an insolent creature?
i'm imagining this in my mind's eye. is that right to say mind's eye here? you refer to a flies multi-faceted eyes? and i've seen them kneeling and crossing their front legs. i thought they were bowing down to BRI! ! ! ! ! who knew they were spies from God! ! ! ? or impudent pests! ? to MyPoemList. :) bri
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12/11/2025 7:09:05 AM # 1.0.0
It is probably thinking in its mind Why this creature cannot see from behind Though his eyes are even bigger than I He had to stare and stare to amplify Thanks again for the fun
Yes, he certainly had a very snooty attitude so you might be right. I even growled but he or she wasn't a bit impressed!