If I Was a Maggot

If I was a maggot By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad Author If I was a maggot in the UK today! No doubt I’d have a short life. If homebred, I meant to say; no doubt I’d find myself in a bin. With others all a wiggling. Then someone no doubt will take me out. Into the fresh air without a doubt! Then if unlucky to my dismay, a barbed hook will be pierced through me one day. Through the air I would then fly. Land with a splash also says I. Then water would encompass me. And swimming to the surface, will be an impossibility. As I’d be weighed down by weights you see. As I hold my breath and struggle so. A fish appears and attempts to eat me you know. Suddenly it’s also on the hook, we are pulled out and the fish unhooked. On this occasion, I fell onto the ground. Wiggled away and was not found. Where I crystallised and became a fly. Now when I mate I will see our eggs. Are in the wild so our babies won’t die! At least, not before they can become blue bottle flies. And into the air just buzz off and fly.