About mosquitoes:
a self-righteous buzzing bastard,
surveying your skin for a safe landing,
probes your patience and nerve endings,
sticks to the fringes of your peripheral vision.
A predatorial thirst for blood, a meal,
one would not invite a friend to share,
even though, predators have no friends.
Self-preservation dictates the course of his actions.
I would behave in the same manner.
About spiders:
soft, numerous legs whisper phobia in your ear,
paralyzing fear, convulsions in your solar plexus,
you are reduce to the helpless fly
trapped by an intricately weaved tent
over her wings. He is silent in comfort of invisibility,
dark corner vibrates with your cry for help.
He’ll devour you part by part at the moment
when you give up… anesthetics are rare in nature.
In fear, you forgot that the time of dinosaurs had passed
and spiders reduced mostly to nuisance.
About fireflies:
Some say they carry flashlights
for your imperfect human eye to see
the presence: silent, noninvasive…
others say, their shoes caught on fire
when they tried to cross the line
between dark and light.
…a friend never to meet, invisible,
on the other side, a spark in the night.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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