Poem - 20 August 2013, 18:46 Shoo Fly Mr. Brown I lay still After a weary day. Eyes closed, Open for decay. A fly leaves Its post On the sill, Buzzing to boast. My ears awake, Stripped of silence. Sleep is not Upon me hence. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 318 Rating: Total votes: 0 Poetry Genre: Epic