A FLY IN MY WINDOW
It would be mid-morning of an any day. The sun passed through the Windows as a stream of light, as well as the chirping of birds in a concert of singing tones.
I was immersed in the Reading of an any book when something caught my attention. It was a buzz close to where I was. I lift reluctantly my view from the reading and then I saw it.
A small and insignficant fly persistently clashed against the window pane. It continued doing this for a while. Then, tired of its vain effort, it landed on the window frame and ramained there, exhausted.
Its effort was really in vane, therefore, how could something so insignificant to break the glass that prevented it from following its path?
However, after a while, it resumed its monotonous flight and once again returned to hit time after time against the glass, such was its effort to achieve its goal. I think that it would had simply died trying it if I hadn't raised and opened the window.
Poor fly... it couldn't