Death of a Mosquito
DEATH OF A MOSQUITO
Kind of a party, a get-together for friends,
Free wheeling, snacking here and there -
You know how it goes.
Warm afternoon - moist - ideal weather:
Some of the guys had already dropped in,
More had said they were coming
Just before the rain;
There was a real buzz in the air
In the crowded kitchen.
She was a pretty woman, gentle-faced, quiet.
I had been after her all afternoon -
A touch on her arm, a nibble of her neck -
Seems I went too far - you know.
A rolled-up newspaper appeared in her hand.
It came down on my head.
The whack of the smack
Was the last thing I heard.
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