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Copyright © Linda Brinklow, 2019
My daughter’s house is a palace.
Even the cats are clean.
Everything is in its place,
No muddy footprints to be seen.
So imagine what she’ll say when I tell her,
About our flying residents,
Who have nested, under the bathroom floor,
Where it is warm – well even ants have sense.
They’ve probably been there all winter,
And now that the weather‘s warming,
Their natural instincts are to think,
“Well now it’s time for swarming”.
All across the floor, and out of any cracks,
Congregating on the window sills,
Some flying- others making tracks.
Nestling in the bedcovers,
And behind the plants as well,
It’s a good job she’s on holiday,
May not need to tell,
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