☆nothing left☆

Yesterday I went

to the farmer’s market

and bought dozens of strawberries,

and felt so brand new.

Red, bright, and sweet

what a delicious treat

filled with wonder

and so

new.

I rinsed off my snack,

and took some time to lie back

as i waited for the

berries to

dry.

As I started pouring them back

into their baskets, I tracked

something odd-looking

at the bottom of

the colander.

It was a small fly,

and at first I thought it had died

but it wiggled its wings

and I worried she

was struggling.

Her wings were wet and I didn’t know

How to get

Her to safety and warmth from her

Haphazard strawberry journey.

I took her outside, and turned the colander gently

in homes that she could dry out and fly off.

I checked on her some time later, and she had made it

halfway out, starting to stand on the colander but

her wings still looked wet.

I smiled, thinking she would likely make it.

But this morning, I walked outside,

and much to

my surprise

she lays still

on the table.

How cruel is this world?

she struggled so much in her final hours

only to be met with

certain demise.

I tried to rationalize and i thought

maybe she was too hurt, and never

could have made it.

or maybe she was just

at the end of her life.

But it wasn’t fair---

she tried so hard. I tried so hard.

she did everything right.

Yet try as she might,

as much as I’d like,

she still lies still on the table.