The Fly

The fly Mother had gone to work I, a precautious child, was ill and at home. By the window I caught a fly pulled its wings off to see how long it would survive. It didn´t. Overcome by guilt I burrowed it in a pot plant. When mother came home, I told her, I think I wanted to be punished for my sin she said nothing. It is easy to love a new-born lamb or a cute kitten but all life is here for a reason. It is unsightly life that tests us as human beings.