Drone Strike

Early fall window open 
means 
a fly gets in.

It may be the last big bluebottle
of the season with a droning voice like 
a Dangerbee.  Should look
twice to be sure it’s not
but no time —

kll it with one smack
of a carefully selected
heavy, already read, soon to be recycled
magazine.  Done.  And lo —

learn it was
Honeybee.  How did it seem
so huge?  Tiny, golden thing.  

Quick: brush it into the gutter of the window
and then lift the screen to push it out

onto the ground
with some small regret.

Lie to us, saying
this would have been done
differently
had you recognized
what this was.