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Mosquito
by Glenn CurrierMosquito you flit and ride the air
Your little eyes always seek
while you blow north and east
looking for a place to feed.
Your flitting doesn't cease
until you light on my arm
find your way through the hair
to plunge your sharp needle there.
Mosquito you in the big office
checking your wealth finding mine
got your minions on the line speaking
finding loopholes, sneaking
around in every cranny and nook
bumping against the rule book
to find a warm blooded beast
for your next asset feast.
Which of these creatures am I?
The one with cash in its eye,
a bug with a hungry need
or some other stealthy stalking breed? 07/29/2011 Author's Note: I wrote this after my recent visit to Avery Island, Louisiana. The little insects were plentiful and eager to jump in my vehicle when I opened the door to take a picture.
Posted on 07/29/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/29/11 at 05:35 AM Opportunistic little buggers, aren't they? I like the way you twisted around to the humans who take our lifeblood for their gain. I have a funny feeling you're none of the above. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/29/11 at 03:29 PM Evil little demons. Heh. Awesome write. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/20/11 at 07:03 PM Gripping analogy! |
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