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.