He waits for the night to come,
So he can sneak into my room;
His buzzing, my ear to drum,
Flies when I raise my broom.
He hides under my bed,
Waits for me to snore,
As he stays close to my head,
The way he’s done before.
In a moment of snooze,
He lands on the bridge of my nose,
His long thin legs bear no shoes,
With confidence there to pose.
On my nose bridge now he settles,
I must get rid of him with care;
He will fly away in seconds,
My broken nose to bear.
Into my skin, his long stylet dug,
My blood there to draw,
To make his belly fill like a jug,
And look like a red caw.
Can’t stand it anymore,
This tiny thing knows no fear,
Since he is no armature,
So, I must give him a scare.
Excerpts from PAGES OF MY HEART:BOOK TWO