Just Another Fly On the Wall
There I was
on the wall hiding in disguise,
some place I've been before
caught between the windows and the open door.
Maybe it was somewhere I should not have been
but you yourself invited me in
drawn by the smell of cooking meats
salads, corn, sweetest treats.
There was food set out on the table
while you sat flipping thru channels on cable
ignoring me waiting for visiting friends
but here I am on me you can depend.
Visitors came with cake and cookies too
and the men sat and drank their favorite brew
and children played and girl friends and wives
set out the plastic forks and uncutting knives.
I could not wait
he does not eat who hesitates
and quickly down I flew off from the wall
another uninvited guest who expectedly called.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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