No More Visitors

Twenty something years I’ve lived in this place

Where mosquito visits were just a bore;

Waves of invaders in my homely space -

They’d lift, take blood then drop me to the floor.

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But after ten years they just disappeared;

No midnight vigils to await the hordes,

Even one marauder no longer feared;

No more to be smashed against the floorboards.

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Peace and tranquility not quite restored -

Visits by Californian ‘roaches:

In more trouble as I am again floored.

Big buggers on time as summer approaches.

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They’d manage to knock me down with a smack

And then stick their long antennas up my nose.

But perhaps California took them back -

This year I’ve had none by summer’s close.

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It’s been a good summer, with none of them in sight;

Though does this mean climate change begins to bite?

Now kind reader you are quite at liberty to survey elements of this account with a modicum of skepticism, However it would be wrong to dismiss it in its entirety. The mosquitoes did come and then disappear; the roaches did not return this summer.

Climate change? Atypical seasons?