BEDROOM BATTLE
by Hidayat Adams
Night. Darkened room. Me in bed,
Eyes heavy. Soft pillow for my head,
About to drown in slumber… a sudden whine!
She announces her presence, crosses a line!
I snap on the lights, see her twirl off lazily.
Hurl my slipper in anger – irate, oh so mightily!
Missed! I doze off, not caring what she does.
A soft touch, an insistent, annoying buzz –
Lights click on; I spy the culprit fly!
Pesticide spray I wildly, but he’s too high.
Sleep eludes me till the crack of dawn:
Mosquito and fly have down me worn.
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