Pesky flies

They arrive abundant
Swath upon swath
Arrive with the aim to spoil 
The seasonal marauders
Dive bombing, 
Consuming all they see.
What to you a mere morsel,
To them a party for free.
You can’ t be at peace
For a moment at least.
Why o why do you
Frequent our space?
Free loaders, loathed by all.
You spread disease as quick.
With your busy wings,
Flying almost out of reach,
You dart with youth and so much pace.
You are here and gone in a flash.  

Much to the spiders delight…
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