Now the air is troubled by...
Mites? Bats? Spiders? Rats?
No, no, that cannot be, none of
that flies, you see? Well, maybe
mites might. I don't even know.
Once I lived far out in the country.
On the first warm days of Spring,
the grass in the back would heat
up and, believe you me, ten
thousand flies and more would
awake. The air was abuzz.
I guess they all came out
in the warmth; but you
couldn't avoid them.
This place was theirs.
A week or two later, it was
all over and they were all gone.
Beats me what subservience
any form of life demands.