The Ant & The Fly

Some more poetry from yesteryear...

The Ant and the Fly

From the crack in the kitchen door

I’ve been watching you my dear friend fly

Sometimes I see you from the corner of my eye

And I think “how lucky am I”

I too fear the monsters when they trod on me

But when I see the weaponry they use on you

I realise the way I live is much less risky

They come after you holding some contraption

Out of its mouth comes a spray of poison

That dampens your wings and chokes you to death

I have seen many of your relatives fall to the ground

They land by our doorstep and we take them in

Try and give them a decent burial before they are swept away

My dear friend ant

Have you not heard of the promised land

Lucky for me I can fly there

It is called outside

There are other kinds of monsters

The ones with fur

You can live on their bodies

Your cousin the tick does so

I come here everyday because of less competition

The food is a lot tastier

But to get to it is viscious

 Here I get to mingle with the likes of you

At night time I share jokes with another kind

His name is mosquito

Dear friend fly

The promised land is not all its cracked out to be

Apparently your life can end in the blink of an eye

Of course there is freedom but the hazards are greater

And starvation is ominous

You find a friend like you driven to desperation

Forced to eat a friend like me

I wish I could fly

Just like you high in the sky

So this other kind has wings?

Have never heard of them

Tell me more of this mosquito

My dear friend ant

Mosquito is king

He will one day wipe out all of the monsters

They fear him

And at night their tools of combat are murderous

While resting on the wall I have seen

The elimination of his kind is most obscene

His lovely wife

So beautiful

With legs to die for

Her legs are striped black and white

And she is the most feared by the monsters

For she leaves them with her essence

Dear friend fly

You talk of essence

This mosquito’s wife sounds deadly

Beautifully striped legs

She sounds like that exotic lady

Remind me of her name?

Premantus?

Who devours her husband

After he has satisfied her

No no my dear friend ant

Mosquito’s wife is only deadly to the monster

The way they took her out was horrendous

She settled on a monster

Got ready to suck his blood

He felt her on his skin

Reached out his hand

And in one swift movement

BANG!

That was the last I ever heard of my dear friend fly

He died instantly

Killed by a monster’s swat

He fell to the ground

And in that exact moment

I decided to run away

With my family we now live in a flower bed

Hoping one day to reach

The promised land

With a dream of a King that would one day rule

With his beautiful striped legged mosquito wife