Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #277
Words: door, light, reload, patterns, anatomy, chatter, heave, screeching, flies, net, dead, back
Following their established pattern,
a new load of black flies descended
upon Lake George, alighting
on bathing suit clad vacationers,
and biting them. Happens every May.
Back to the lake. Some fool
went chasing after them
with a net, trying to heave it
over them. They scoffed.
A couple of chatterers weaseled
their way into a cabin. When lights
went on, they scattered along
the door, buzzing, and flying
in circles. Screeches from
surprised cabin renters rose
above sound of flies. If you wait
a few weeks, they will all
be dead. Never fear, though,
new ones will pick up the slack.