May 30, 2006

The fly was hungry
I offered him the gift of my blood
Graced with a moment of understanding
He is my greatest teacher

He sees through a hundred eyes
Yet anger still comes as a surprise
All that he can surmise
Is that people are better than flies

But, is that really so?

After his small feast
My friend, in the least
Has been filled
His needs are met
And so
Are mine

Type: Poetry

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