Gail Debole Poet Rhyme

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.

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Paul Callus April 23, 2023 at 4:07 PM Oh..now I know why you suggested this poem, Gail; both my poem and yours have a fly as a protagonist!:) I can't help feeling sorry for your little fly. Luckily Mother Nature knows what she's doing! ~ Regards & goodnight // paul Gail Debole April 24, 2023 at 2:24 PM Hi Paul, Thank you for stopping by to read this poem. Yes, we both seem to have some type of compassion for these little creatures. (Although I do prefer that they stay outdoors and don't interrupt my world even though they have a right to be on this earth too.) I definitely have mixed feelings about them. - Have a good evening, Gail