36. Mosquito

At night

when I'm tucked tight in bed

you whine and dive

around my head.

You walk

       and stalk me

                   up the sheet

with stick legs

bent up into feet.

There isn't any way you please

with elbows

where you should have knees.

And here's another horrid thing:

You've got a sting!

                                     Peggy Dunstan