Buzzing Mosquitoes At Night
In the still of this young night, here in the dark I lounge alright..
Low down in this executive chair, my legs are parked on the table high in the air..
The chair is well laid back and I have my forefinger tip tapping on a tablet phone..
The low glow from the display reveals each word I want as if alive on its own...
Mosquitoes by the numbers are buzzing crazily all around in the air...
Even as over my head, a low humming airconditoner sends down its cooled air...
Outside, a shrill cricket shrieks somewhere in the night..
As my fleeted forefinger quickly punch out every word right...
But for the mosquitoes, it is all peace and quiet in this night...
How I wish for a kindred soul to partake in the tranquility of the night...
Copyright © Keng Chuan Seng | Year Posted 2015
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