Poem for the week: "The Housefly"

The Housefly

Washing out the coffee pot this

morning, I woke up a big black

housefly and it buzzed frantically

 at the kitchen window looking

for a way out. I put the coffee pot

down and picked up my dishcloth

and frantically tried to capture it;

but the big black noisy housefly

was too fast for me. Yet I persisted,

and almost caught it. Then it flew

under the window blinds and I could

not get to it; but so frantic was the

fly that it buzzed into a lower corner

of the window and I trapped it under

my damp dishcloth— “Gotcha!”

for a fleeting moment my heart went

out to the poor creature, and I thought

of taking it outdoors and setting it free;

but that was much too inconvenient,

and I flushed it down the sink. Now

I’m so full of guilt for going against

my better nature that I don’t know

how to make up for it; and I can’t help

but feel that it was providentially

designed for that big black housefly

that’s floating around in our stinky

septic tank to be at our kitchen

window this morning just to

remind me how highly

evolved I am.