He touched my hand so gently that it was barely noticeable
I assured him that he was welcome & that I wouldn't hurt a fly
He didn't answer me when I honoured the True One within--
How could he, as he's not familiar with the human language
As I'm typing, he is resting upon the screen in contentment
I suppose a feast for him would be a tiny crumb to me
Either way, swathed by loneliness, I'm enjoying his company...
He even followed me to bed last night
Which, to be honest, was a trifle annoying
Still, I kept to my word ~ I wouldn't hurt a fly
Prayer whispered from within until slumber took me to heaven
I'd forgotten all about him when my eyes opened to greet a new day Thereafter, he appeared unceremoniously to join me for breakfast
And then he flew away to explore, & I don't know if he will return
~ I'll leave that up to our Creator ~
The world has deemed him a lowly fly; to me, he's a friend
A solitary fly has become my teacher, thus there's no need to defend...
Postscript: He's back!