(108) June 11, 2010: The Buzz In The Window

THE BUZZ IN THE WINDOW

A buzz between the glass and screen,
   A blizzard spindling fizzle whizz,
A battling bio buzz machine;
   I wonder what it really is?

I’m not sure why, but it’s not a fly.
   I know it’s not a bumble bee.
I think it’s got one crazy eye
   That seems to stare right in at me.

It buzzes like the blurry whirr
   Of chainsaws dueling up the street;
They’re slicing up a conifer
   Like butchers carving frozen meat.

It might be part robotic droid
   Or a micro-helicopter thing.
It must be surgically destroyed
   In case it has a deadly sting.

It smacks itself on the window pane,
   Backtracks itself in dizzy spins
On a random swerving slam campaign;
   It stops abrupt and again begins.

I’d like to let it out of there,
   But I’m afraid it might decide
To vanish up my nostril flare
   And choose my brain as a place hide.

That buzz between the glass and screen,
   That blizzard spindling fizzle whizz,
That battling bio buzz machine,
   Can stay right there, whatever it is.

D. Edgar Lamp

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