Black flies, horse flies, deer flies and mosquitoes
To them I am a tasty treat, like Cheetos or Doritos.
I rub my skin with Insect Off and spray with DDT
But still the pesky insects love to make a meal of me.
My blood type’s O – I must admit. A magnet draws them near
But I’m not pregnant, don’t wear black and never have a beer.
I tend the garden, water plants and drag out pesky weeds
I pray to all the Nature gods – but not one ever heeds
my fervent cries I swat and howl. Why must they bite so much?
But then a pretty bird flies by. He tweets out, “That’s my lunch!”
I get it! I am just a part of Nature’s magic plan.
The bugs eat me and I eat steak that’s fried up in a pan.
PS the top picture is of a snake that we found in the well in the garden. Poor baby!
loved the poem
I am glad someone has time to write about bug bites! I am too busy scratching them!
To reply on your blog it asks for my website….What do I put there? Love, Masha
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I look like a lepper from the scratching! You don’t need to fill that in. I always get your comments