Shadows shift and squeeze the reins on summer
Slowly seduced by sleep flies linger longer
I think one less fly won’t matter
It’s in my way
Oh, its purpose greater than my demeanor?
Can I transfer my words
To this chaotic world
As I hear the incessant buzz
The ominous hum
Of the unsavory every day
What will I say?
Dversepoets.com Sara, our host says “Tonight’s prompt is inspired by Paul Brookes. Paul tweets as @PaulDragonwolf1, and blogs at https://thewombwellrainbow.com”
Her challenge is to write a poem,, he writes sonnets, we can write any form, about arachnids and insects, finding their strange beauty and essential link to the world we live in and similarities to humans.
I share my offering here, but will say, I do not like flies, or mosquitos. I own a flyswatter.
mehflowers 
“Oh its purpose greater than my demeanour?” – I really like this line. For they buzz around so full of purpose and yet they always unruffle one’s calm demeanour! Mine, anyway! 🙂
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Oh yes, flies can be so disruptive of one’s thinking! I hope you managed to get it out…
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Your poem describes the fly situation very well. Seems like there are many more at the end of summer. And, if you live one or near a farm … oh my… Keep the screens in the windows! Well done.
Dwight
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