A Bluebottle Poem by jessica roberts

The bluebottle has a very pretty color to it
As you sit in a quite room and you can hear the buzzing
As the bluebottle flies around
Then it lands on your arm and you feel a tickle from its tongue
The way it flies is amazing
It moves with grace and agility
The bluebottle is bigger than regular house flies
It feels its way around with its feet and tongue
The color of the bluebottle is so intriguing
It’s a pretty metallic blue that shines in the sun light