That Darn Old Fly

                                                                                                            That Darn Old Fly    
By : Shivali H. PatraIt all started at dinner.
We heard it while cooking 

We heard it while eating

 “BUZZ BUZZ!!” it went 

 
We covered our food as I grabbed the fly swatter 

But alas, he kept flying higher and higher
He flew around quickly and darted about

Daring me with a swift “Catch me if you can”

So I jumped and jumped, just missing him narrowly

Swatting and swatting till I grew tired and tired 
When finally, he rested upon a high shelf 

I snuck up behind him, both quickly and carefully

And just as I went in for the final attack 

He spun around swiftly just out of my grasp 

So on and on he went on teasing and taunting

And on I went both smashing and swatting 
As he flew higher and higher, I grew tired and tired
Soon I was ready to admit my defeat 

But that’s when he stopped, just hovering above me 

 So without a thought, I slapped my hands together

And watched as he tumbled lower and lower
I did it. I did it. I killed that daft fly.  
But as I glanced upon his small body 

A wave of sorrow hit me 

I did it. I did it. I killed that daft fly. 

That daft fly who was just as lively as me.