Blood on your hands!
- C. J. Black.
Bluebottles they drive me crazy
The moment you put food on the table
They seem to appear out of nowhere
It’s not just my imagination?
You make a swipe at one
For a few moments they disappear
Only to go out and alert their friends
Back in they come in force.
Teasing you, hovering over food
Doing high dives from ceiling height
What annoying filthy creatures
You roll the newspaper make a swipe
With a satisfied smile you say
Ah, got one of you at least
Then that little voice sounds in your ear
Grandad you just killed one of God’s creatures.
You show outward guilt, I was only trying to frighten him
He collided with the paper!
Can we bury him grandad?
You think to yourself – with pleasure.
You gently scoop him off the floor
Place him in a paper tissue
Out to the nearest flower pot you go
Bury the creature, return to the kitchen
Fill the room full of fly spray
Leave quickly, closing the door firmly behind you.
- C. J. Black©β
Tuesday 11 August 2015