The Midnight Fly

by

Doug Larson

Intent with chaotic patterns
fomenting behind compound eyes,
he circumnavigates the room
in furtive orbit, flies.

Overwrought he searches vainly
for a route to gain egress.
His modulated murmuring
foretells futile success.

I cannot sleep. This ceaseless buzz
obstructs my precious rest.
I rise from my intent repose,
to thus my talents test.

Now he and I, two combatants
face off amidst this room.
Before this night is over
he is sure to meet his doom.

I parry, thrust, assail my foe;
defend his bold incursion
into my humble domicile -
- I will achieve dispersion!

I follow him with blurry eyes.
He sees me in profusion,
the many facets of myself
produce the coveted illusion

that I need to be triumphant
in this essential quest.
I swing in stealthy rectitude
and pass this noble test.

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