A Dead Fly
A fly just died,
ordinary like any other
but in my presence.
This scenario is odd.
I did not kill,
I witnessed
which is different.
I never thought.
I felt sorry
for any ordinary fly.
Millions killed each day
but this 1 fly
decided to fly
right in front of me.
Call me crazy,
but this fly reminded.
Death is everywhere
even in our homes
each day.
RIP Fly
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