Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Mosquito Song

Many poems have been written
about love songs, bird songs,
and whistling through the trees songs.

Rarely, if ever, have I seen a line
about the mosquito’s song.
What would the music be?

The buzz, buzz, buzz
before it lands on my skin
and starts to suck and fill its
gut with my red blood.

No romance with a vampire.
No lover's bite on my neck.
No music in my ears.

A buzz and then
the awful pain
followed by a slap
and maybe a curse.

If I hit it the first time
I can relax, but if not,
I’ve got to get up,
turn on the light,

listen carefully,
then with a swatter
held real tight,

hunt until I find
the little critter
to whack it again
until the music stops.

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