Mosquitos are flying
Around my face,
Landing and biting
All over the place.
High in the branches
Of a tall tree,
Ticks are waiting
To fall on me.
In the long grass,
The chiggers like to bite.
Biting my ankles,
I don't dare walk at night.
Gnats are biting
My face and my chest.
I'm trying to run
Away from the rest.
I am taking a walk,
When I heard a slight hum.
A flock of bees come out,
I have to run.
Something lands on my face,
When I'm lying in bed.
I wake up and see spiders,
Perched on my head.
I'm taking a walk,
When my leg starts to sting.
I look down to see ants,
To my leg they cling.
Horse flies a-buzzing
Round the lake.
I can't get rid of them,
I'm canoeing at stake.
Bugs that bite,
I don't like them.
Don't let them get you,
Or it's the end.
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Nature Poetry
PoetryA collection of original poems written by me, about nature and life.