Mosquito Mantra

           Just last week, yes, when it was still April, I settled down with a book. After a few pages I heard it, that unmistakeable, super annoying, monotonous buzz. “Unbelievable!” I grumbled, “It’s only April!”

            Nevertheless, Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I know only one creature with that sound and I wanted her dead. NOW! However, instead of swatting blindly, I froze, gritted my teeth and waited, knowing full well what this critter was after. Sure enough, she landed on my arm, readied for the sting. “Oh no you don’t.” And at the risk of 1000 blood-sucking relatives coming to the funeral -- Smack! “Sorry to spoil your way too early arrival!”

Yup, we’re going from winter woes straight to mosquito madness.

            Interestingly enough, a few weeks before, on a blustery Friday afternoon, a poem came to me. Not sure what inspired it – maybe the glorious absence of the petite pests. Somebody must have told Mrs. Mosquito, who promptly paid me a visit, which sadly led to her demise.

Blustery day

Icy and white,

Don’t know why

You buzzed into my brain

Surely not because

I’m itching to see you

Or hear you

Haven’t seen you in months

Not ashamed to say

Never missed you

Never will

Nothing about you is endearing

Or even remotely likeable

Your voice is irritating

You steal

You come uninvited

Stay too long

Your song always has the same

Nerve wrecking tune

You can’t comprehend

 Stealing is sin

You haven’t learned

That you’re never welcome.

One thing about blustery days

You can’t come

I’m totally fine with that

I’ve about had it with your

Unpleasant visits

You petite pest

You tiny terror

You monotone minstrel –

Still

You too are one of

God’s creations,

Minuscule maddening you

Here to remind me

All serve a purpose

Even the mosquito.