The porch light is an invitation
With an open bar,
Attracting flying critters
To exactly where you are
Or will be, if you left the house,
Returning in the dark
And hoping not to trip between
Your door and where you'd park.
Yet, with clouds of moths and gnats and skeeters
Swarming 'round your head,
You'll conclude that tripping in the dark
You might prefer instead.
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