Mosquitoes
I think that I shall always see
mosquitoes coming after me.
These pests against my skin do press,
then bite and make a fast egress.
I lift my eyes to God all day
and plead with Him, "Take them away!"
Strong sprays in summer I must wear
most places except eyes and hair.
Upon my skin itch cream I rub.
I have to buy it by the tub.
I try to make them leave me be,
but only God can make them flee.
patterned after Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"
January 13, 2022
entered in Angela Tune's Insect Poetry Contest
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