Poem -

~ of things that fly and crawl ~

you've been given the title of pest
poor you and perchance in the
past that old me thought it too
for we're soaked in a narrative
each day from our birth and a
heirarchy lives that dictates each
soul's worth and so

some are important but most
things are not and you my
friend... you... seems are just
there to swat so then why do i
feel so in tune with your pain as
you crash that closed window
again and again

i've been told that to kill you is
not a great sin, you are pest to
my health and belong in the bin
so then why do i take you and put
you outside to fly off to your
species and in life reside for god

too give you breath and uniqueness
all yours but to swat you it seems
is a perfect just cause because
some things are precious and
some things are not and seems
you're not a part of our love...no
you're not...

M ~

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Being Me

All life is sacred.

Humans tend to value a life on either its beauty or its usefulness and as a fly is neither (sorry fly but you're not) its a swatting goodbye to the fly time.

I'm glad you saved it. I do too sometimes, on the rare occaision - times that are far outweighed, I'm afraid, by the times I've swatted them.

Hugs x
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Marion

Ah...lol...don't give yourself a hard time...I see a version of me that once held a can of fly spray too. God can you believe we actually sprayed that poison in our living rooms? I dunno though for many years I've had such empathy with all living things...except fleas...not fleas...does that make me a hypocrite? πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†...and ants...they scare the shit out of me...anything else though and I'm Mother Teresa on speed πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ˜†...thanks love xx

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