Mosquito Bites

You’re minding your business.
You’re out in the sun.
It’s muggy, although
Summer’s not yet begun.

You’re planting some flowers,
Some pinks, reds, and whites,
And don’t even notice
You’re covered in bites.

‘Cause all of the hours
That you have been working,
Mosquitoes were plotting,
Just buzzing and lurking.

And when you provided
A nice swath of skin,
The word got around
And ‘twas time to dive in.

Now you’re left with many
A reddening welt;
I wish each mosquito
Could know how it felt.

‘Cause each waking moment
Today was a bitch,
Since nothing could soothe me
The way I did itch.

I’m sure in a day or two
It will subside;
And scratching’s not helping –
Believe me, I’ve tried!