Problem
I made my point about the Fly in "I heard a Fly buzz-when I died" by Emily Dickson. As I fly by, I see the final moments. I see the person lying there as I ready myself for hunting. You can feel the coolest of their last breath, so icy and stead as clam water. Their eyes fight to stay open like the shutters in a windy storm. I kept flying around to see what would come next. Then their eyes shut as to say goodbye. A loud beeping noise came from this machine. More people rush into the room, hovering over this person's body. Soon, the only noise was my buzziness. Once more, I fly around the room only to see the person hiding under the snowy white blanket. The room was silent as a quiet night with no movement or sound. There lay the person as their final moments had passed.