I am reeling from an incident I witnessed not two days ago, which illustrated all too vividly the brevity of life.
I was standing in our 'Entrance Vestibule' - as the space between our front door and the rest of our house was somewhat grandly described in the Estate Agents
I am irritated by Flies and their toneless buzzing, and find their life-choices re paddling around in poo baffling; but I wouldn't necessarily want any harm to befall them.
I am also
I guess I'm just a bit of an old softie.
And a slovenly house-keeper.
Anyway, with Fly and Spider in close proximity, I felt some sort of warning was in order.
"Oooh, Mr Fly," I said, "Watch out for Mary the Sp....."
Too late, alas.
|It all happened so fast|
|Literally, within a blink|
|I'm just hoping he was an old fly with no living friends or family|
From buzzing irritant to packed lunch in a thousandth of a second.
Makes you think, doesn't it?
Keep safe people.
Don't become Mary's packed lunch.