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At first I was amused upon observing
The errant fruit fly lured towards its death;
A consequence I felt was well-deserving
For this tiny speckled brown-winged pest.

Sadistically I watched the unsuspecting
Insect as it descended from flight
Onto a landing strip of oil and rosin;
Delighting as it discovered its plight.

But as I peered at the translucent yellow
Rubber ribbon it found itself in,
I felt sorry for the red-eyed fellow-
The amber runway dotted with its kin.

It did not offer up an epic struggle,
The petrified wings could not fly away;
Instead it sat complacent in its muddle:
A fossil resin victim on display.

And as I thought about this harmless trifle
Succumbing all too easily to my bait,
I mused about the moral implications
Of seeking pleasure from its sorry state.

© 2007 Aaron Bayley