Two Flies A' Dancing on a Dead Rat's Nose
Photo and sonnet by Chuck Nafziger
My tripped trap in the barn down by my toes.
Had caught a varmint and what did I see
Two Flies A' Dancing on a Dead Rat's nose
Good grub for the flies and a poem for me.
Our lady flies are done when eggs are laid.
Hatched'n twenty four hours, young go their ways..
Twenty hours eating, full maggots are made.
Relieved by a molt, resume for two days.
Shed again, eat three days more, then move out,
Pupate elev'n days and become a fly
Timing so reg'lar, used to remove doubt
Tell by the stage when the victim did die.*
Blow flies recycled my victim the rat
I hope this poor soul returns as a bat.
* Crime scene investigations sometimes analyze the stage of development of blow fly maggots to determine the approximate time of death.