Mother Nature's Favorite Son
Written by Gail DeBole
on June 4, 2016
He couldn’t understand why
He wasn’t well-liked.
It always seemed like others
Were ready to strike.
His mother thought that
He was the cutest of all
With his eyes so large
And his stature so small.
He was quite fast
And could live on his own.
But he couldn’t help cringing
When he heard others groan.
When he was in sight
He was treated worse than a spy.
Only Mother Nature can appreciate
The life of a fly.
Copyright © Gail Debole | Year Posted 2016
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