A fly on my computer screen
pursued the arrow up and down.
He thought it was a lady fly
with pretty pixels on her gown.
Around, around, the arrow went.
I moved it with my mouse in fun.
That fellow stayed on top of it.
It made me laugh to see him run
across the news, the weather page.
He lingered far beyond the day.
Then, with a hum and flex of wings,
he quit the game and zoomed away.
Though I had thought his heart was true
with blazing love at his command,
that silly fly did not return.
It must have been a one-night-stand.

Published on September 1st, 2022