A fly on my window sill

Book 28 Page 10

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?