Crumbs seductively line
Corian countertops –
abundance for flies,
I understand
It’s a trap!
I’d warn, but
buzz is not a language
familiar to my tongue
temper unsuited
to accommodating pests –
we navigate an end
to the ensuing discomfort
fly doomed,
my senses rattled
effort now exerted
to vanquish crumbs.
(Inspired by the daily prompts of Fandango (temper), Daily Addictions (Abundant), and Ragtag (navigate). Thanks for stopping by.)
Well put this dilemma. I try to capture ants and throw them out the front door rather than kill them but I also have images of bygone kitchens with flypaper dangling. I think my sensibilities have developed as I age, but I have no idea how to solve the problem of flies!
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One buzzed in my room all night – argh!
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I’ve done the same thing.. killed three flies with one swat!
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Blow flies can be so annoying. They really make me edgy sometimes. Your poem captures that feeling well.
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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“buzz is not a language
familiar to my tongue”
Loved that line!!! Thanks for participating.
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Thanks Roger.
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