Saturday, July 1, 2017

July Poetry

"Mosquito is out,
it's the end of the day;
she's humming and hunting
her evening away.
Who knows why such hunger
arrives on such wings
at sundown? I guess
it's the nature of things."
-  N. M. Boedecker, Midsummer Night Itch 

1 comment:

eileeninmd said...

Hello, pretty poem. The mosquito bites hurt and itch, time to wear some repellant.

Happy Sunday, enjoy your day and the new week ahead!