The old rag now retired only for cat bed... suspicious sneaky old cat is always sleepy, on the old rag and lying down. The old rag was once a flag and as such, he waved the wind over the clothesline and signaled the direction of the capital's aircraft. The old rag was once a dish-dryer, roadside direction marker, under crossroads and has also served as haunting night of revelry under the moonlight and the silence of darkness. Already flagged under train and vehicle windows gave a message, edited his verses.... Waved goodbye floating under your tears and the retinas of my eyes. Old rag that was once a flagpole and flag football, was once the arrogance of a people, young boy... It was a scarecrow of birds, now abandoned in the dry corner without tears... It's nothing but the snuggle of cats and kittens. It's my old rag... I admire its use! What an old disuse... Never been alone.