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as sunset burns the distant sky awakening small things that fly to sally forth into the night to sniff you out and take a bite while others like a drilling rig not quite so small, but not real big will puncture you and take a swig buzz around your ears and face while you slap at empty space a spider spins its silky trap in hopes it may catch fleeing prey gift wrap it for another day thus does the moon claim darkened sky wherein the pesky buzzers fly. John G. Lawless ©8.28/2019