Have you noticed in the summer haze
We suffer an annoying phase:
Small pesky flies on the rampage?
Whence do they come?
Fly-swatters do not do their job;
They land on desk, chairback or hob
With firm intention to hob-nob
With Number One!
I lay out veggies which I chop
Preparing food on counter top,
Alerted, they swerve in and stop;
Unwelcome guests!
My windows so admire the view
Near the forest, it is true
But must those damned flies buzz in too
And life infest?
Condemned to live with windows closed?
This cheeky fly has a good “nose”
One opened crack and in it goes
To sniff my food;
Now, I love nature and am keen
Like Greta Thunberg - on things green
But this intrusion on my scene
Is just plain rude!
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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