Pssst,Pssssst,Pssssssst
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
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