cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku-esque: Old Time Wisdom

Fleeing icy cold
Sneaked through leaky window cracks
Hoped to share my warmth

Small black flying specks
Orbit space around lamplight
Whizzing past my book

Who are my strange guests?
I am told they are fruit flies
Given remedy

Novel entrapment
Apple cider vinegar
Should snare invaders

Though it does not work
I find the scent delicious
I’ll settle for that

In Response to Daily Prompt: Profusion

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