Ready for a fight,
staring eye to eye.
Keeping you at sight,
pesky little fly.
Swatting at the air,
swiping here and there,
you escape my stare
then hide in my hair.
I hit my own head
hoping this will end,
your body lays dead
while playing pretend.
Ego at my face,
enticing a chase,
I remain in place
feeling my own grace.
I start to ignore
your attempt at war,
decide not to score
then center my core.
My heart fills with light
it reaches new heights,
I sigh and feel bright
you take off, full flight.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on September 14, 2021