A singular invasion

In the tumble-dry furnace of Nevada afternoon, a snoop escapes notice.
This impostor, a perfect artifice of thought and design, drifts (seemingly) in congress with its confrères, deployed seeds of the dandelion delicate.  Fluffy copters of the air currents.  Through chain link warnings, as good as a ghost.  Smaller, even, than its drone namesake.  Cheating the clever camouflage, its flight is sure.  Into penny sized vents it is guided and, when needed, waits for a chance entrance.  Soon now, soon, thinks a white- haired man in Ecuador.  The Great and Secret Show will be known.

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