March Flies Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

March Flies



Playing games
with Tabanids while
picking avocados surely
is one useful way to
stave off boredom

Tabanids you ask?
March or Horse flies –
those big, viciously
biting nasties that fly
like drunken sailors

Got twenty (at least)
today – bitten thrice and
felt it fair trade despite
being disgracefully
outnumbered

It’s mated females who
get on the bite – males
are do-good vegetarians
withal, notwithstanding
it isn’t even March yet!
© 26 October 2009, I. D. Carswell

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