A fly dances
With dust motes
In a shaft of light
Wonder where he’s been
Hiding all winter
Dark and warm someplace
Waiting for Spring to
Come out and bother me
Just won’t be shooed away
Got to hunt him down
Start to – then stop – figure
He should keep living, too
Made it this far
Alright, you, stay over there
Boogie all you want
I’ll stay over here
And just grumble some