A Bite in the Night
My pillow’s soft beneath my head;
My light is out; I’m snug I bed.
I’ve said goodnight to Dad and Mum,
Expecting soon that sleep will come,
But . . .
What’s this I hear, so near my ear?
A buzz? A whine? Oh no! Oh dear!
I know that sound. It’s one I dread:
A lone mosquito overhead!
So . . .
Lying still, I free my hand;
I’m waiting for the pest to land.
The drone will stop, then “0uch”, the bite!
I whack my cheek with all my might!
Then . . .
All is quiet now, I can rest:
One good whack has killed the pest.
Though my cheek is feeling sore,
That mosquito bites no more!