Musca domesticaA Poem by BeccyA place for everything.Ferocius the fearless was a simple sort of guy and really didn't understand why humans couldn't fly. "Terra Firma, I'll be bound," he'd pause mid-buzz and muse, "Is not the life, if met with choice I think I'd care to choose; and though reviled by humankind as a nuisance and a pest, 'tis my belief that in design I am most truly blessed. My wings are fine as finest silk, quite perfect made for flight and through my eyes (which number five) I see all the world's delight; and though from early dawn to dusk I am hunted without thought, I am agile as an acrobat and thus so seldom caught. In short, I am a marvel of evolution's flair, as I dart and weave and duck and flit seeming lighter than the air; borne high on iridescent wing, playing catch me if you can! And for me the blue and endless sky is my sweet escape from man." © 2015 BeccyReviews
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9 Reviews Added on December 14, 2014 Last Updated on April 22, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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