There are winged creatures,
flying freely in space,
who’ve invaded my home
and flown in my face.

Almost microscopic,
these small procreators,
who land in my wine,
are crafty, pantry invaders.

At warp air speed,
they zoom over the sink;
they examine bananas
which made me think…

I told my daughter,
we have alien spies.
She said, “Mom, get a grip,
those are only fruit flies”.

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