day one - evening
A live mosquito
on my bathroom wall
I try to smash her
She evades my hand
oh well she'll get me
eventually - not yet
day two - morning
still here buzzing
I couldn't see her
but hear her here
now and later she
ventured out into
the other room but
still not where
I am hiding -
she or I - we are
in mortal combat
knowing very well
that she will get me
ere I squish her.
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