the fly must die

with a rolled up
newspaper,
i've been chasing
this one fly for
an hour who found
his way between
the screen and window
and decided on his own
to venture in. there
was no invitation
given. he's large
and black with
green luminous flakes
of what i think
might be skin, his
wings are clear
and relentless.
he never sets for long
but when he does he
rubs his little feet
or hands together
as if devising a plan
for more annoying
flying. he is spirited
in his loops and zig
zags throughout
the room, sometimes
i can hear the buzz
right at my ear,
but can do nothing
about it. boldly
he will even land on
my arm or leg,
there is not a violent
bone in my body, but i
would not hesitate
in an instant to end
his life if given
half a chance.