Midsummer Night Itch
by N. M. Bodecker
Mosquito is out,
it’s the end of the day;
she’s humming and hunting
her evening away.
Who knows why such hunger
arrives on such wings
at sundown? I guess
it’s the nature of things.
(this poem is in the public domain)
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Hahahhaha! Oh my goodness. This is so funny. Yes, most likely to succeed but it is also the end of her! what great illustration.
ReplyDeleteShe's a beauty. Is it warm enough in Hokkaido for mozzies yet?
ReplyDeleteAmusing... and so appropriate for a midsummer night!
ReplyDeleteVERY funny and definitely mid summer!!!
ReplyDeletedebbie, I have been itching my bites for days on end!!! Curses to the mosquito but kudos to your etegami. The touch of blood is perfect!
ReplyDeleteAt your place it's mosquitoes at our place it's wasps...
ReplyDeleteHate mosquitoes, but love yours! And that poem is wonderfully thought-provoking.
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