The flies are running out of filth to chew on.
I saw it dart across the floor silently
She whispers with her eyes of the dawn
Shivers rack the bone
Vivid with vacant color
The multi pupil-ed eyelid blinks.
I think it's a guy… it hopped twice
Moved slowly down the hall.
They swirl gently in the tub,
I think it's all gone.
They are breeding again. No,
That's not a good thing. I'll see you
Tomorrow this time again.
Just the tail, the rest is long gone.
Where, we'll never know, will we?
It's back again. Little bird fellow,
Fluffed up once, went away. Cute.
Cute.
