Early evening - that peaceful spell before the Sun
spills itself behind th’ range of hills to th' West, its
relaxed, almost-anything-goes Kookaburra Time -
we’d fed th’ team their stash of chopped chicken
necks & sat back to enjoy their antics; it was then
we were beset by manic midges addressing thirst
for warm, red blood - attending th’ easy-out patio
attestation we agreed t’ contribute by being there
Well, rather than play their clichéd game o’ whose
rules Pay th’ Piper we’ve Deet-sprayed ourselves;
t’ say th’ wee beasts were dismayed’s a droll way
to express this form of insect chagrin, & within th’
time it takes to refill a glass o’ Pinot Grigio, they’d
acquiesced, tho not capitulated, yet stayed away
© 12 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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