The Fruit Fly.
As the ripening plums turn soft
and apples, browning start to rot…
From somewhere out beyond the stars
the fruit flies suddenly arrive…
in specs of tiny spots.
They come in hasty flight
with mission resolute,
Towards the bowl of ripening fruit,
and sup the anodyne sweet juice.
I growl…I snarl at them,
I warn them… wave them off.
But…I might as well
be talking to the bucket and the mop.
Just now….I read…
A Nobel Prize no less,
was given for discovering,
THE MOLECULAR MECHANISMS
controlling the CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS
of this Lilliputian with the hastening wings.
And furthermore….
The male sings to his female thrill,
in the hope to draw her in…
And if she likes his aria…
the Pas de Deux begins !
Now knowing as I do all this,
about this complex little pest.
How can my own Circadian Rhythms…
Ever be at peace?
Kristine Byrne 8th Dec.
Photo of a Fruit-fly.