Green Seed In a Red Circle

You Know how I know

           That I am

getting OLDER?

The more  and more I like

            The Taste.

of TOMATOES.

The Mosquito Eater
        
             Outside of

the WINDOW

won't budge for this wind 

              No he's holding 

ON. 

waiting for the right mosquito 

              to come by one day.

AS AM I.

When I find my next mosquito
                
                 I'll surely eat her. Gobble her right up.

I WON'T torture her like the LAST ONE.

Spin her in my web and feast on her

                  For Days.

As the Spider does.

No, now I am a Mosquito eater.

                    All it will take is one swift swoop.

I'll Devour all of her right up.

What she says and what she does. 

                   But only for one Moment

To get a quick brunch.

For now I am the mosquito eater.

                   And I put them out of their misery.

I can turn back into the SPIDER.

But I am having too much fun.

                   Maybe I will by the time 

I can eat a tomato

COMPLETELY by

                   Itself
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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