Scaling the walls, ceilings with pudding feet
A buzz, a flit, maneuvering at high speed
Eyes like black chrome reflecting the entire room
Weighing more than ten times the rest of the body
Landing on Thanksgiving dinner's piece de resistance
Leaving eggs to decorate the turkey's flesh
A new seasoning for the well-trained palates
Then veering away to stop by the coffee pot
And watch for the reactions as brothers and sisters
Do likewise, making the fowl more foul
Than such humans care to enjoy as they,
In their gluttony, devour all that we leave behind.
I giggle and wriggle my wings, rubbing my hands together.
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