For today’s prompt, write a control poem.
This fly got into my car
while I stopped to refuel.
I didn’t notice for miles
down the strident interstate
until he started battering
his multifaceted eyes
against the windows.
I cracked them just enough
to create a torrent of air
which ripped him back out
into the world of wind,
sun and (I hope) new bug friends.
But who would believe his tale?
There I was, minding my own business,
good home, good job, good friends,
good middle-aged life and then events
beyond my ken, swept me far far away.
I just hope there was some roadkill
nearby so he could start anew
with a full belly.