The song

Once upon a time

There was a pretty fly

It had a dream

It had a song

 

Flitting from petal to petal

As if it would never die

Kept on humming softly

Its very own song

 

When the hail came

the flowers died

No food, no shelter

No one to listen to its song

 

The cold crushed the fly

Its wings maimed

Voice broken

Forgot its own song

 

Hovering over the barren land

It met a black cat

Mewing a tune

Akin to its own song

 

What is it that you sing?

How is it that you do?

How come you can sing

My very own song?

 

Naive fly, said the cat

You do not know

I used to sit beneath the tree

Where you sang your song

 

I fell in love with your innocence

I loved your bright wings

But above all in the world

I loved your song

 

So accompanied

The fly moved on

A flicker of hope

To find its song

 

Hovering over the barren land

It met a black snake

Hissing a tune

Akin to its own song

 

What is it that you sing?

How is it that you do?

How come you can sing

My very own song?

 

Silly fly, said the snake

You do not know

I used to crawl beneath the tree

Where you sang your song

 

The melody kept me live

The memory kept me wake

And I was able to brave the cold

Because of your song

 

Do not weep silly fly

Do not feel alone

You will have us with you

And we'll listen to your song

 

The fly still wanders with them

The black snake and the cat

In the search for what it lost

Its own song

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was beautiful. I liked it a lot. I feel bad for the little fly because it had lost it's song. It had to search for it, but now I feel bad for it. Thanks for sharing. :)

[nunldon]

Hi Blue,
Very mature writing; I should think. Reminds me of an ancient kind of tale produced to help inform (educate) youngsters. Nice work.

[:PARAMOREchick]

it made me cry it was heartwrenchingly beauitiful