Fortunes come and go, little fly~
yesterday you may have thought yourself one of the privileged few,
evading the pumpkin spider's web and
flying in the open door from the garden,
finding a warm haven in advance
of last night's killing frost,
And this morning, basking on the edge of the counter,
rubbing your hindmost legs together,
breathing the scent of coffee
in my sunny kitchen,
You may have felt blessed indeed
just before the sudden snap of my black screen fly swatter
dropped you to the floor.
Were you feeling at that moment
as I am now
the wonder of tiny pleasures
and the immensity of being alive?

Fran Ransley