The Fly.. Poem by Randy McClave

There upon the ceiling was a fly,
That was buzzing all about
It was there watching me without a doubt,
As though it was a spy.

The fly it has its many eyes,
As it circles about me and the room
Watching me I always did assume,
Is being an insect, and a pest, but a disguise.

Around my head the fly did buzz,
As though it is a protester
Or maybe it is just a jester,
Who knows why it did, or what it does.

On the window I now see it resting,
is it contemplating leading me to the slaughter
So, I slowly grab my swatter,
I'll end its spying and its protesting.

There was a fly upon the wall,
When I once did declared that I never did sin
I swore, I was innocent to all women and men,
But, the fly it had seen and heard it all.

Randy L. McClave