Metaphorical

It was in the corner by the window
By then it had accepted its fate
It was dark and its wings entangled
As it hung there it had given up

I came into the kitchen not knowing
It was there as I flipped the switch
And all at once it remembered what
It had wings for to fly in the sun

My heart broke for it as it buzzed
About trying with all of its might
For more than flight it remembered
The rich fertility stench promises

Green is my favorite color and he
Was it I noticed feeling guilty
For giving him some false hope
And I loved him in the blue moon

The Fly In The Kitchen Light At Night