Bugged Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Bugged



Bugs me no end
when they willy nilly
invite themselves
into my domain.
Autumn's arrival
has them
trying to escape
the cold and rain.
But I refuse sanctuary
call me inhospitable
but they get the message
when I haul out the spray.

Saturday, October 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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