Anh-Thu Ngo

Midsummer Night

Mosquitoes buzz by;
the females thirsty for a fresh sip of human blood
They pick a vulnerable target, gathering around a wailing baby and
dive straight
for the soft and tender skin of the newborn
SQUAT!
The protective mother
shoos
the pesky creatures away
before there is a chance for contact In the meadow, bullfrogs
croak
a discordant tune
while lively crickets chirp
their harmonious melody
A soft breeze
pushes the tall reed stalks to and fro
in the boggy water
A celestial body emits a glowing radiance
upon the delicate ...