Flyswatter

Iíve never noticed this old fly swatter
Hanging here on the back porch before
How many times must I have passed
Never to notice or even glance at its
Rusty old handle and torn blue plastic swatter pad

Well I could never guess in a million years
How many flies this old swatter swatted
Or little baby butts it may have padded Iíve
Lived here for years and donít remember this
Rusty old handle and torn blue plastic swatter pad

It must have hung here through long harsh winters
With the cold and rain and wind, freezing and rusting
It must have been blown back and forth on this
Rusty old nail but never did it fall, this
Rusty old handle and torn blue plastic swatter pad

When I looked close I noticed the remains of a bug
Still stuck to the Blue plastic swatter
I remember when I was just about ten
My dog was in an accident
Leaving a small rusty blood spot on the highway

He was taken to the hospital that night
And remained there until he lost his life
I would often return to the highway and cry
Not knowing why I had to return to
A Little rusty blood spot on the highway

Maybe like this unfortunate bug
That remains here on this old fly swatter
I believed that part of my dog still remained
There on that old highway like this
Rusty old handle and torn blue plastic swatter pad

Iíve never noticed this old fly swatter
Hanging here on the back porch before
How many times must I have passed
Never to notice or even glance at its
Rusty old handle and torn blue plastic swatter pad



© 1984 Jim Cain

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