Flirting with fate is feeble
it is said.
I tend to fend off fate
or maybe
it is that I fence with it,
I don't know
it could be the same.
As ferocious as I dig
the beast ferrets me out,
a feral creature,
I feint this way then that.
But really
to no avail
it still tries to fell me,
I look for a ferry to fetch me,
it is feeble
this escape I know that.
Still this fate ferments my brain
with a ferocity that I feel.
I think at times
it will feed on my fecundity,
if only
I could grow feathers to fly
then I may be free at last.