Mossies Poem by Don Stratford

For Raynette


You can hear those blighters coming
You can look hard but cannot see
The small and bitting insects
They’ll get to you and get to me

The mossie he is cunning
He’ll wait till almost dark
‘Cause he knows it’s hard to see him
When he flies in for his mark

He doesn’t really care if it’s an arm
Or it’s a leg
Or any other part of you
He doesn’t have to beg

He’ll dine on for a while
Until you realise he is there
Then you let fly and squash him
And carry on with great f-a-n fare

You think you have done well
One more or less for you to care
But what you hadn’t realised
There is plenty more to share

So on and on it goes
Until you give up in discussed
And go inside to safety
Into peace and silent lust


19/9/2005