Summer’s Flying Vampires

Mosquitoes once again invade my space,
Intent on sucking up my precious blood.
I kill the ones that hover near my face
And ears, but others strike me from behind.
I wish they all had perished in the Flood
Along with dinosaurs and various
Other ungodly creatures. I don’t mind
The pain so much as risking some disease,
Though sneak attacks are plain nefarious.
An insect has no rights, it seems to me,
But I’d think twice if they behaved like bees
And only stung when riled. My flanks are sore,
Which makes me want to bring back DDT,
For it was they that started this damn war.





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C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Over the past eight years, hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Australia and India. He is inordinately fond of single malt Scotch whisky.