Idly By....[ Fly, The Insect; Bri, That's Me; Life; Death; Personal; A Poem To Fill Some Of My Spare Time ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Some days my Life just goes rambling by,
and I think, my Death, I'd now rather try.

While munching lunch, I spied a buzzing fly,
doing a "loop the loop" and landing nearby.

It landed near another picnic table, on some poop,
a pile I had not yet had time to "pooper-scoop".

Our dog had left the pile, not yet turned to soup,
much bigger than what chickens leave in our coop.

The fly commenced to do what flies sometimes do ….
when a fly lands upon a malodorous pile of "poo".

If that fly, instead, had decided to land upon my plate,
I may have done my best to make that fly "a fly of late".

Here "a fly of late" is meant to mean the fly would die,
though I can't justify its Death though I do now try.

It would only be doing what most flies would do too …
if they'd encountered a picnic plate, OR a pile of ‘poo'.

[ By the way, we DO have chickens, and they DO leave poo,
but we've NO dog; my life now needs NO more shit, do you? ]

[ Intermission; Relax? ]

Well, I sure did get away from discussing my future Death,
what's sure to transpire when I finally take my last breath.

I guess it's normal to shy away from thoughts of one's demise,
though Death comes when it will, and eventually each of us dies.


(November 27th,2021)