Infestation

by Lori (L. Virelli)

Swarms are everywhere.
They crash into my skin and get in my hair.
Some of them are as large as a bird.
Even flying into my eye has occurred.

The spiders, they will not die,
and frighten me into a wild-eyed cry.
Have you ever heard of the Florida love bug?
They don’t harm but they certainly don’t hug.

Don’t ever walk barefoot in the grass,
or, you’ll find your toes in a fiery blast.
Those ants so small you can barely see,
but their bite is as powerful as a killer bee.

When I walk the dog,
clusters of gnats surround me like a fog.
No matter how much I wave them away,
they follow my strides and stalk me like prey.

The wasps they get in my screened porch.
To get them I use my high-nozzle spray torch.
The mosquitos, it’s funny, you know,
they don’t always show.

Written on the fly (ha, pun unintended, but funny) in about twenty minutes.

He’s dive bombing me.