Bite night
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I hate that nightly sound
The moment that the light’s out
When silence should abound.
The chance of sleeping soundly
Against all odds I fear
Cannot lay my head down
With that mosquito here.
It wants to suck my blood out
The wretched little titch
And in return then all I get’s
A painful throbbing itch.
I hear my nightly enemy
Afore I feel its bite
If sleep I will, I will regret
Come dawn’s insistent light.
I cannot rest without a care
I cannot sleep at all
Until I see its stolen blood
A stain upon my wall.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Too right. My thing when I was growing up was crickets. Those little bastards would camp right under my window and chirp all night. I finally had to start sleeping with a box fan on to drown them out. As a result, I can no longer sleep with total quiet. I have to have a fan running or I can't sleep.
Ready enjoyed this series.
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Really, I meant, not ready. Autocorrect struck again.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks very much Christopher. The series was prompted by eating lunch on our terrace and seeing those arrogant pigeons perched high on the fence. There might be one more in the series... unless I feel too sluggish...
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Jeff Taylor over 4 years ago
Poems are brill Neville! Tolerate no mosquitoes! They must all die! Die! Die! Die!!!
Fortunately, the back of our house backs onto a flying-mouse road; and they eat most of the mozzies before they come into the house 😉
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks Jeff. We have quite a lot of bats darting round our garden at night, but there’s a tiny river running through the village and they always seem to attract the evil mozzies. Cleaning secondhand blood off the wall is a small price to pay for the satisfaction of a single flattened mozzie meeting its maker.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Haha! A good idea Drew.
