They used to all together
peskily be swarming
flew in all sorts of weather
as well farm ‘barn storming’
Now one buzzes alone
feebly, risking stall
by cold, shifting winds blown:
The Last Fly of Fall
Flight pattern erratic
dropped altitude
traumatic, near static
down on attitude
Hark jarring vibration!
Horror! Airspeed drops!
Fatal vacillation!
Tail spin, then fly flops!
It has crashed, feet in air:
its worn wings wrinkled
lit emergency flare
shows fly parts sprinkled
A fly whom the Gods love dives young
still vivacious, hellacious!
Those who fly too long live unsung:
turn loquacious, vexatious!