Mosquito Mediation

Mosquitoes by the score ascend from out the stagnant pools like fog they hover, shimmer, hum and melt into the weeds when sun at midday shines most bright. Thirsting for the blood of life mosquitoes wait for evening cool. If there’s no blood before weeks end its life will be no more. A rustling stirs the grass nearby wings instantly a’blur mosquitoes float out from the cover and join the singing throng above filled with frenzy by the smell of warm rich blood of life, yet careful...