To The Fly Poem by Randy McClave

To the fly
I would not cry
If I watched you die.
You have pestered me
Wouldn't let me be
Until vengeance is all that I could see.
You've landed on my food
You were very rude
After you I had shooed.
You buzzed in the air
Without a care
As I did angrily stare.
You have landed on my nose
You've walked up on my clothes
So, I couldn't doze.
You're on my window glass
Shaking your tiny ass
Showing all your brass.
Peace I have sought
And what I have taught
But, you have not.
As I now hold my swatter
Soon you I will slaughter
Then you'll be a tiny blotter.
So, when you do die
I will not sigh
Goodbye fly.

Randy L. McClave