Rude Awakening


Tomorrow morning I’ll remember:
longer sleeves, a pair of socks,
and jeans. Maybe even gloves
and a bee-keeper’s bonnet.
Tomorrow I will turn the tables,
not make myself a mosquito feast.

The isolated cabin was cool and
still somewhat dark amid the dunes.

Who would have imagined them,
the swarms vampiric, winged agony
sucking the pleasure out of a quiet
dawn’s coffee, first morning of
the migrating mountain Sasquatch,
come down from his highlands,
lame, longing to see the sea?

P/S United ~ Scribble #3
Salt-Water Poems


4 thoughts on “Rude Awakening

  1. Yikes! That’s a rude awakening all right, we have a similar situation here and repellent seems to have no effect on them.

  2. One of the few things I like about winter is that there are no shocking surprises when it comes to tiny-disease-carrying-vampiric-fiends.

    Still, the beekeeper’s bonnet would probably look cool. 😀

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