I think that this fly may have had to much to drink the night before
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined -
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While 'mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .
Thus meet we five, in this still place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
- My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
"God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.
An August Midnight by Thomas Hardy
Amigo, olha essa: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/86018315?tag=Insetos
Rodrigo, thank you for your great comments and for showing me your flies!
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Photo taken in Lydlinch, Dorset DT10, UK
Misplaced? Suggest new location