Near the woods I sense their presence <br />They travel around like gypsy peasants <br />Like a cloud they rise up from the grass <br />And move together in a buzzing mass <br />Seeking shelter, sure to cover every nook and crack <br />Covered in Deet to ward off the attack <br />Like some story from a Hitchcock tale <br />This invasion of mosquitoes leaves me anemic and pale <br /> <br />8/16/11<br /><br />Rhonda Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michigan-mosquito-mayhem/
