Wondering the Why
Equipped with wings too frail to fly
Or so it seems to such as I
He settles on the best.
Soundlessly, compellingly shy.
Inspecting low, rejecting high,
Finds perfect place to rest.
"Tis only man who needs a map
From a computer on his lap,
To find his unmarked way.
The fly has his instincts to tap,
To lead him to the sweetest sap
For a productive stay.
4/18/2012
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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