The Innisfree Poetry Journal

by Roger Pfingston


All that kamikaze bumping  
and buzzing up against
the siding, the window,
not to mention the near misses,
you'd think it was blind arrogance
on the wing, and sure as hell
it's something like that:  horsefly,
the summer evening deck disturber!

Nothing sexist, mind you,
(Mother Nature's way, after all)
but it has to be a blood-sucking female,
the male elsewhere, partying down
vegan style, scoring some pollen.
And me, I'm just trying
to finish a book, drink some tea,
though now my brain is a dark headline:  

Swatter Ace Makes Mid-Air Kill

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