Gadfly

by BOB GALLO   Jul 15, 2020


Buzz, buzz
This was
how
a bug sang
with his body full of fuzz.

Buzz, buzz:
I am a happy bug
whether free
or being caught,
whether you smash me
or you do not,

whether keep on zooming overhead
or going under,
whether on the window
swathed with the rain and thunder
or
on the curtain
before drawn asunder.

Buzz, buzz
I am so happy because
my happiness is free
from
what everyone else
does.

Buzz, buzz.

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  • 3 years ago

    by prasanna

    Interesting personification of a gadfly, I enjoyed this write.