I’m foraging for food again only this time there are only crumbs. I haven’t a clue what it is but I know it is edible; I’ve eaten it before. This place is a very risky place to eat. I have seen a few of my kind die here. Their deaths were not a pleasant sight to see so I must always be on my guard. Oh, oh I see that square shadow coming at me fast. Splat! Whew! That was close. I better stay up here where it’s safe for the moment.
Two-winged diptera
Lives to see another day
Survives the onslaught.
Albert Ahearn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muscidae/
