In the Country
I know each season from the bugs
that strive to leave through window’s view.
The ladybugs, the wasps and bees, and
mayflies, Junebugs, beetles, too.
The pesky ones are all about.
Mosquitos, flies, ticks and ants.
They bite, they feed, in house or yard,
and sometimes even in your pants.
When crickets jump into the house,
Box elder bugs are close behind.
My spider friends have laid their eggs,
their insect traps I never mind.