The Great Fly Catcher

he calls me Jenny Fly

I buzz around from room to room,

he hears the padding of my feet on the stairs,

the kitchen, downstairs, he hold his ears.

I understand flies.

I know their buzzing ways, 

I know their evasive maneuvers,

I know they can't fly with wet wings.

he may laugh at my silly ideas

of chasing flies with a water spray bottle

in hand, but only I am killing flies

no matter how many times he 

grabs the fly swatter, or Bella lunges

across the room

I am the Great Fly Catcher.