Sitting on the open porch
Lit up by a buzzing torch
Cool night is the mark of fall
I don’t mind, I have a shawl
Slow digesting, after meal
I am surprised by what I feel
Sharp prick on the back of neck
I slap at it surprised as heck
Soon I see that tell-tale shape
A gnat that thinks it can escape
Last ditch bug bite, how annoying
Interrupts night I’m enjoying
For meaty limbs I know it’s wishin’
In the end, a futile mission
May it drink until it’s full
Nearing the inevitable
Winter’s coming, my tiresome friend
And with it, your most welcomed end…
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