Screened-In

From gnats and moths and things unseen, I am protected by a screen. Mosquitoes land and flit away, Defeated for another day. Where once a citronella torch Repelled some pests, my screened-in porch Works better for, as you'd surmise, It's quite a lovely compromise... I'm not indoors nor am I out. The breeze dispels each shred of doubt; Yet insects cannot reach my skin Or that of others, safe within. They fling themselves against the mesh In search of juicy human flesh, But I'm untouched inside my lair Unless the screen sustains a tear!