Year 1391: The fly and the pie.

Every day I watch you from a far, always new.

I know I shouldn't approach you, if I do it has to be quick and fast.

Your wafting smell only entices me more.

The way your crusty layers form your perfect figure makes me shiver.

Never knowing the flavor of your insides makes me question my existence.

I know one day, you will be the death of me.

But I don't care.

As I fly towards you I make sure my passage is clear.

Drawing near, I lose myself in your scent.

My attentions are compelled.

Smack.

I've been crippled.

Staring at the beautiful blue skies above I contemplate my own demise.

Is this the end for me?

A small faint wind blows and gifts my battered little wings flight.

Carpe Diem!

My tiny soul lives to try another day.