Twilight proclaims Happy Hour
Beckoning mosquitoes to rouse
Insect heat sensors seek and hover
Minuscule helicopters searching
for a desired landing zone
Like bees to the blossom they are lured
My exposed body the flower
Unprotected and accessible
My sanguine fluid the sweet nectar
As smooth as a vintage Cabernet
Tiny tormentors bombinate
Circling my ears- unreachable
Bugs descend to indulge their thirst
Penetrating, exasperating
Molestation to my hemoglobin
The raucous party now deafening
Synchronized chanting aggravates
The rowdy drink fest forges on
An inebriated toast to the night
And to me- the designated donor
I sigh, capitulate, and vow
To modify hikes at daylight
To accessorize with netting
To procure a boatload of Deet
But tonight- all drinks are on me!