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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