Watching Fruit Flies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching fruit flies from a window, an orange tree
being just outside of it, seeing them flitting about,
fascinated by their tiny flight patterns.

Fluttering up, down and in circles, trying to decide
what to do it seems, letting imagination fly with them,
deciding to make up little stories for each one that I
see in front of the window.

Leaves fluttering in the wind, chasing the fruit flies
away from them and their limbs, standing out upon the
tree itself.

Funny how it is happening, bringing a smile to my face
as each fruit fly is chased constantly away from it's
destination.