The Fly Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Round & round,
The fly flutters about.
Round & round,
In giant looming circles.
Buzzing it's wings through the lukewarm room.
Hands swat and miss as it has become a nuance.
Unaware of the problem it has become.
It flies closer.
Feet scurry about, swinging magazines, newspapers.
Trying to end it's senseless buzzing.
The fly.
Still it flutters about.
Almost in amusement as they miss it's tiny body.
It rubs it's nubs almost as in it's plotting
A clever ploy in this senseless buzzing.
It vanishes, finding comfort on the love seat.
Eyes look about.
Search for it's whereabout.
Suddenly it appears, almost out of nowhere.
Illiterate to the articles it's almost forced to read.
Again hands swat, newspapers are flung.
He interrupts conversation after conversation.
The fly.
Until suddenly,
It becomes breaking news on
The front page of the paper