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Book 28 Page 10
A fly on my window sill
A fly I saw crawling on my window sill,
a black and ugly beast.
And ‘he’ I do believe, saw me too and seemed
not concerned in the least.
Looking at me with his thousand eyes,
checking me out in his fly-ie kind of a way.
Maybe looking closely at me
to see if I had ‘a toxic spray.’
After a while he began to fly and circled me.
I could see his wings flapping below his six dangly legs,
and I thought to myself, “maybe he’s checking me out
with a view to lay his maggoty eggs?”
And I wondered, “what do flies think”
as they buzz there on the hot window sill burning.
And how do they communicate,
and what could they possibly be learning?
“Oh what kind of a creature is this” I thought ,
as I imagined perhaps he was thinking the same,
as he seemed to be buzzing some words.
I’m sure , I’m sure he was trying to speak something,
buzzing around there on my window pane.
A fly I saw crawling on my window sill
and it seems we exchanged these brief sentiments,
and then suddenly he got up and flew off and I wonder,
now where did that fly-ie went?
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au firstname.lastname@example.org 8/Nov/2000