The Mosquito Dance
Long hallways he preys
Looking for unsuspecting victims
Playgrounds and parking lots
Children going about their day
Avoiding those he knows will swat
The giant in the swaddling cloth
The sting, the bite, fangs fade away
His time to ponder, pause and plot
Against the fence, his belly full
Spies one more chance to strike a blow
But slowly creeping, circumspect
Our knight approaches, cracks his skull
12/08/13
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013
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