A FLY WITHOUT WINGS

Walking slowly across my kitchen floor
Was a poor fly, no wings had he, no wings at all.
What caused this mishap I do not know
Did it happen in a fight? Or did he fall?

Did some cruel child remove them one by one?
And then watched with evil delight.
Or some cat may have played a fiendish game
That rendered my friend without it’s flight?

Now I was in quite a difficult plight,
Do I kill this fly struggling for life?
Could I let it suffer just crawling around,
Denied of flight, his life full of strife?

But before I could make up my mind
Our cat jumped on him, lifeless he lay,
I am glad that I did not have to choose
Whether his life should be taken, or let it stay.

M Ann Margetson ©

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