A Tale of a Fly

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.The wings of a fly keep on making. The whirrs signify the flight of the fly. The insect, with its pair of eyes that bulge, has a sight that sees plenty. And the wings carries it to anywhere it sees.

Humans think of the fly as a lowly insect. But the fly doesn't mind. It sees food on the dining table, it lands on it. It sees food on the fridge, on the sink, on the kitchen wares, on the trash bins, on the floor, on the dirt on the soil, on the decayed, on anything. Food is anything. And the fly, greedily touches everything.

There's not a single trouble about it. The fly can have any food it sees. The bulging eyes and the flapping wings. It can get anywhere it wants much to humans' annoyance. But the fly, it never minds. Sometimes, it will fly near people's ear as if to annoy them all the more. It will let them hear the buzzing of its wings.

The tiny fly, it's impudent you see. It does what it wants. They are one of the filthy species among races that thrives in the world. But unrelenting, the fly keeps on flying. It lands here, will fly there, lands some where else, and then flies again.

Oh such freedom the fly has.