The drowning fly
a little boy...
rescued from water
placed, upon leaf.
Shaking his wings
staring and puzzled?
Little Boy smiled
then said, Goodbye.
Off he flew,
perhaps a sigh?
Little became bigger,
old, then gone.
Ages, years later
planet now dying.
Lamentation and despair!
No, little hope!
And they came
strange-ones; as bugs.
Seeing through time
somehow they knew?
Knew about Boy
from long ago.
Leaving quite suddenly
left us gift.
A planet saved,
saving our people.
Turning at door
smiling said, Goodbye.
Statue right there,
spot they landed.
The Little Boy
saving a Fly. *
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
The drowning fly
a little boy...
rescued from water
placed, upon leaf.
Shaking his wings
staring and puzzled?
Little Boy smiled
then said, Goodbye.
Off he flew,
perhaps a sigh?
Little became bigger,
old, then gone.
Ages, years later
planet now dying.
Lamentation and despair!
No, little hope!
And they came
strange-ones; as bugs.
Seeing through time
somehow they knew?
Knew about Boy
from long ago.
Leaving quite suddenly
left us gift.
A planet saved,
saving our people.
Turning at door
smiling said, Goodbye.
Statue right there,
spot they landed.
The Little Boy
saving a Fly. *
To Ridley Scott in memory of his brother Tony.
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