365 Sonnets. #22. 12–31–17, inspired by the illustrations of Annlyn Huang
They call themselves the Low Five Fly Design.
Both wrapped in curves with legs like waves and shades
to shield from their reflection’s sizz’ling blind.
They rustle feathers, pick off trolls in spades;
they contract out as hired, private, hands
to spy, to grill, to search out missing works,
disrupt all coveted, top secret plans
by learning target’s skeletons and quirks.
They’ll dig up all the information needs
then detail how to break the target’s will
(for little more they’ll finish off your leads).
Their strategies consistently fulfill.
They work around the globe with private fare-
They kill at what they do, with grace & flair.