Had I seen the sweat pouring down the face
or the abject fear in the eyes, or if
I’d heard the screams of terror
as my hand chased it
through the air,
I probably would not have
swatted dead that poor, tiny fruit fly,
and might have even made it a family pet.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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