Bug Panic Attack
Just letting my dogs out
each summer night
can cause me to panic,
because they're waiting each night
as I turn on the porch light,
it seems the bugs are on steroids
they look so enormous and big,
as its always the same gang,
doing their aerial show gig,
from giant moths to big beetles,
I frantically swat them away,
probably looking quite absurd,
thank God the neighbors are away,
one of them looks like Mothra,
with a wing span of a large bird,
while some of them look like
a hybrid of a bug and a martian,
flying all around my head,
making their flapping buzzing commotion,
the sound I always dread,
as they fly right in my face
which is probably hilarious to them,
at times I can hear a little "tee, hee,"
or is it just my imagination...
I feel like I'm in some kind of
sci-fi B movie with all of their next of kin,
its almost a do or die situation
and I wonder who will win,
so there I am on the porch each night,
waving and flapping my arms neurotically,
probably look like a hysterical woman to them,
one that desperately needs therapy,
as the enormous bugs continue
to play hide and seek with delight,
dive bombing and circling
my face and head
every summer night,
knowing deep down inside
those bugs are out to get me,
I do the same routine every night,
while they scare the living
daylights out of me!
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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