Flies With Attitude

As the clouds collect way up high,
I sit here wondering about that fly.
He came in from the cold,
Just to take a real good hold
On the heat coming from the light,
Then he's off for another flight!

As I follow with my swatter in hand,
Waiting for him to make a land.
He must know I'm following close by,
For he makes a U-Turn right In My Eye!
I am shocked by his bravery even so,
As I swat at him until he lets go.
Much to my surprise though,
He flies away like a Pro.

I'm still in a daze from swatting myself,
As I focus my eyes on the bedroom shelf.
He appears to be just sitting there,
As if he were saying a prayer.
He sees me coming slowly toward him,
But, he doesn't move, he looks so grim.
I lift my arm holding the swatter,
And all at once I see him Teeter-Totter.
He appears to be going to fall,
When I lower my arm, he flies down the hall.

Now, I'm mad as can be,
Cause this fly has tricked me.
I figure this fly is really quite smart,
I underestimated him right from the start.
I know his game though, now,
So I'll show him How-
I can catch him real good,
As I know now what I misunderstood.

That darn fly has an attitude,
And has put me really in the mood!
I'll get him once and for all!
There he is, "Spat", see him fall!
As I saw him fall to the floor,
He revived and headed for the door.
I was tired of fighting with this fly,
So, I held the door open as he flew right by.