the fly swatter

there's one fly in the house,

I think it's a fly.
it has wings

and is moving rather fast,
but awkwardly.

I did leave a glass of wine out
last night,
half full.

I wonder, if she got
into it.

I grab my swatter and begin
to hunt
her down.

but she's too quick, too
elusive. I see her metallic
greenish eyes

glimmer in the light.

she's buzzing like crazy,
she has a lot
to say,

apparently, although I don't
have a clue as to
what it might be.

some things never change.