There’s a fly in my room, annoyingly,
Buzzing here and there, last night thru,
Stuck, the way out, it cannot find,
Weary it has become, old & tired,
Alights on my hand it does,
Flies away, no, not this Dragonfly,
We stare at each other, insect & man,
What are you thinking, Mr. Bug?, do you need a hug?
Wanna go rafting down a white cistern?,
Oh that idea is mute, the door is looked,
I have things to pursue, so I bug out the bug,
Onto a high shelf it goes, away from me,
I sit, sudoku it is, I’m troubled by a pesky number 9,
The Dragonfly is out of my thought, its a bug,
Has the Dragonfly departed this room, or this life, I do not ponder,
Then, it sits on my shoulder, remember me it says,
I surmise the bug took a running jump, flapping tiredly,
Aiming, Lands, by luck?, on my hairy shoulder,
I’m back it seems to say, but not to play,
Me, I’m pondering this tricky puzzle,
Flick, be gone dragonfly, can’t you see I’m stuck?,
The hardy fly, clings to some hair, then gives up and falls,
The floor awaits this plunging fly, no wing action, not this time,
Putting aside the grandmaster sudoku,
I glance on the floor, a smudge that wasn’t there afore appears,
Look, I see, magnified, oh the dragonfly lies there,
Its wings are barely moving, I think one is broken?,
Or missing, I’m no odonata expert,
Yet, I grasp, my job is clear, I misread before,
It couldn’t carry on, that dragonfly,
Wings broken, old, tired, needed some help,
So, I took a shoe, not mine, and squished that bug!
Dragonfly jelly anyone?

— that was fun! I might not win any Pulitzer for poetry, but that was sure fun!