The lizard mama,
 
abandoning her offspring,
 
looks for breakfast flies.

 
 
 

Just before daybreak
 
the great horned owl cries once more,
 
then flies to his rest.

 
 
 

Wind, relentless wind!
 
Yet the cobwebs on a fence
 
trap a dozen flies.

Outing

 
 
 

first outing of spring—
 
three miles the way the crow flies
 
seven for my feet

Echolocation

 
 

echolocation
 
leading bat mom to supper—
 
twice her weight in flies

Swarming

 
 

refugee children
 
swarming over the border
 
dodging gnats and flies

After

 
 
 

in the sugar bowl
 
two flies meet for a quick bite
 
the morning after