THE FLY; “My Enemy”
By PAUL GLAZE
A Fly Is Swirling Around My Head
My Only Thought Is To Make It Dead.
It’s Very Swift And Makes No Sound.
In Flight That’s Fast And All Around.
I Am Ready To Make My Deadly Strike.
But The Fly Has Flown Out Of Sight.
Patiently I Await For Its Next Arrival.
The Odds Are Against Its Survival.
It Now Returns In Hasty Flight.
My Swatter Swings From Left To Right.
It Disappears But I Know It’s Near.
The Darn Thing is Buzzing Around My Ear.
I Pop My Ear With A Very Fast Hand.
The Fly Is Still Flying And Will Not Land.
Our Battle Rages But It Isn’t Fair,
You Can Never Hit It In The Air.
I Inspect The Area With A Visual Sweep.
The Fly Has Landed Between My Feet.
My Foot’s To Slow For A Deadly Blow,
Again It’s Gone, To Where I Don’t Know.
With Swatter In Hand I Stalk Around.
Where Has It Flown, It’s Not To Be Found.
I Accept Defeat For Men Greater Than I
Have Lost In Battle With The Mighty Fly.
Some Have Fought This War And Won.
Only To Lose In Another One.
I Must Now Quickly Say Good-bye
For Returning To Do Battle
IS MY ENEMY, THE FLY !
