Hornets

I will leave this sordid house

Dark stolid ambience

Torrid depressing thoughts; Lonely

Step outside to the patch of greens

Now black this February night

The stars are few; apart

The moon blocked by clouds

I’ll tune my ears to the sweet

Whispers of the night

Instead I hear mosquitoes sing

These night hornets bite

They bite hard

I will blow the pain away

And brush my now bumpy skin!