Okay, so a funny thing happened on the way to my computer today. No really, it did. This tiny little fruit fly, (of course, I didn’t need to tell you that he was tiny), kept flittering about my screen while I was diligently working at balancing my checkbook with Quicken …

… Oh, all right … so maybe I was kind of slacking off a bit. Can I help it if I’m so popular that my email msg alert kept sounding off … “Please Check Your Mailbox, A New Message Has Arrived!” What with the new .wav files and all, it’s not a call easily ignored. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes, the fruit fly. It was quite difficult to concentrate with such an annoyance. Honestly, you’d think his mother would have taught him better manners.

“Please, oh please!” He kept squeaking out in the tinest of voices, which of course, you would have already have known that fact as well. It’s not often one hears a thunderous tone from a fruit fly. “Please, oh please, won’t you get more bananas?”

Bananas? I thought, as my face scrunched, and my right brow rose in obvious displeasure. He’s asking for more bananas? The audacity!

So I smashed him. Then wiped his tiny, flattened carcass off my screen.

What’s that you say? Oh, oh yes … I did say that a funny thing happened on the way to my computer today. And so it did. I thought I’d post a poem I wrote awhile back. Isn’t that just a hoot! (< -- You did notice the use of an exclamation point there ... not a question mark? Okay, just checking.)

I’m thinking the fact that, (on doctors orders), I am to sit on my buns all day and do nothing is quite affecting my brain. Again, no question mark there.

Enjoy … or go squash some gnats.

Summer’s Song & Nature’s Dance

Birds sing sweet and butterflies dance
Perfect unison of nature doth entrance
It captures thee with mystical control
Swirling comfort winds that oft console

Rustling trees, as daring squirrel leaps
Creatures sing out the stories they keep
Odd haunting calls with a clicking tune
Eagles soar towards the daylight moon

White Tail Butte; watching Cotton Tails flee
Flowers full bloom; summer field potpourri
Locust chomp in the hot summer sun
Ye garden vegetables; most delectable fun

Along the way, turtle’s meandering stroll
Desiring to soak at thee watering hole
Flying queen ants and honey bees too
Encircling ye crown despite thee shoo

Wild, ripe strawberries along the path
Nestled upon taste buds sweet bath
Sweltering summer sun; inviting cool pond
Reflections of swimming, rafts float beyond

Sun descends slowly behind mountain peak
Beckoning towards nightfall; daylight grows weak
Changing of the Guard; Summer’s song & Nature’s dance
Theatrics continue; ’tis now Summer evenings entrance

© 22-Apr-03
~ Stacy Anderson ~

The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not “Eureka!” (I found it!) but “That’s funny…”

- Isaac Asimov