The Corporate Cage

A simple encounter at work.

I hear a frantic and distressed buzzing,
A small dot skirring near the window.
The fly had fallen onto its back, its legs running without ground.
I carefully offered the corner of my phone,
And the fly accepted.
As it rested, I reached for the door handle,
but the fly flew up between the bars of the ceiling,
content to stay out of the cold February air.