Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Ode to a Deer Fly

I'm going to get fat
I have you to thank for that,
deer fly.

Why do you torture,
this girl and her dog?

You and your friends,
you swarm us and bite us.

You're making us crazy.

My morning walk,
my sanctuary.

Not anymore,
now it's war.

5 comments:

Marc said...

/* subdued golf clap */

Maggie said...

they really are making you crazy

Maggie said...

and what exactly are your war tactics?

amy said...

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. DIE, suckahs, DIE!

Moody Family said...

Classic!!!! One for the books....

the wisdom's in the trees, not the glass windows - j.j.