You'd think he should have been content
with having half the sky.
But no, a model of frustration
He could not bear the window shut,
’twas not enough to spy
the other side: he had to get to
And now he lies a testament
upon the windowsill
to the intractability of
But I've begun to understand
the folly of the fly,
for there beyond this leaded pane is
James B. Nicola
If you've any comments on this poem, James B. Nicola would be pleased to hear from you.