Treasure Island

Graham Fowell


Fate


I saw a fly trapped
In a long abandoned spider's web.
The web weaver moved on to better pickings
Or herself taken by a bird,
Predated.
The predicament of the fly - ensnared in an untended trap,
Was to be doomed to a meaningless end,
A casualty of a gap in the natural order,
To struggle and die in vain
For nothing!

So I carefully liberated the fly
Who sat nearby for a while,
Washing his face,
Untangling his feet,
Sorting his wings out - then,
In the early morning June sunshine,
He flew off with a sort of Victory Roll,
Loop the loop - presumably in ecstatic celebration
Of the unexpected second chance….
Maybe the descendants of that fly will see another world.

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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