The Fly

Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.

Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.

Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.

A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.

Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.

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