THE FLY


The sweet smell of poppies
Tall grass surrounding me
Redwoods streaming toward the night sky
The moon creeping across the stars

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Strange
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
What could it be
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I wake to a slap to my face
My hand went wild
The dream is gone
What was it that took me away

Groggy now
I realize that sound is near me
It flies onto my nose and lands
I can't slap my nose

So I put my lower lip out
And blow it must be a tornado to him
But he is gone
Relief

Ah I spot him on the wall now
I slowly walk over
Place my hand next to him
Swipe

Damn I missed him
There is that noise again
I look about the room
My enemy is near but silent

On the ceiling he sits
Taunting yes taunting me
I stare at this vile creature
I will not be denied

I grab a broom
I will sweep him
Then crush the pest
Into oblivion

He flies down in a spinning motion
I duck but still he comes at me
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I scream you will die this night

On the chair
I see him he is looking at me
Is that a smile
Yes he is laughing

A gun yes a gun
No maybe not a gun
I dive on the chair
And fall to the ground

I rise wipe myself clean
I go to the window
Open it wide
Breathe deep and relax
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
By my ear again
Then out the window
I am free

I return to my bed
Sleep is all I want now
Peaceful quiet slumber
Back to the redwoods and poppies

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
No now there are three


Michael V Hechtman