Black fly on white wall
I bade it: ‘Leave – go away!’
Eyes could not find fly.
Black fly sat on green pillow,
did not move and looked at me.
My back scratching stick
nudged the sleeping fly awake.
Still fly did not move
and was not ordinary.
Scared fly jumped on my right thumb.
A poem of two tanka.
Author’s note: Occurred around 08:55PM-09:00PM.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…