A mosquito, a gnat and a housefly
Made an appearance the other day.
As each performed its fly-by,
I sensed spring is on its way.
The mosquito was so very little
Took no more than a wave of my hand
To cause it to skedaddle.
No bite. It never did land.
Bizarrely the gnat was flying solo.
Usually it is part of a swarm.
Won’t hear me complaining, though.
Will be lots when it gets warm.
The housefly was maneuvering slowly,
As it thought about taking a flight.
No time wasted consoling,
The flies and I will soon fight.
Unlike the mosquito, I’m no longer petite.
Takes a few tugs to make waistbands meet.
Winter’s solitude, just me and the cat,
Makes me feel like the pesky ol’ gnat.
The dreary days means a much slower pace,
The housefly and I might not finish a race.
Robins are praised as the first signs of spring,
Though I haven’t seen one of them yet.
Three pests on a first spring fling
Means warm days are ahead, I bet.
Brighter days and warmer temps are coming,
Luring us to gather outside for fun –
Floating, boating and sunning,
We will greet spring on the run.