As many of you know, Minnesota's other state bird is the mosquito. And some of them have been known to drift eastward to Wisconsin where I encounter them.
My feelings about these insects can be intuited in this Found Poem - a rearrangement of words written for a different context.
Sleeping Outdoors
A Found Poem from McCormick's
"Hang Time," Minnesota Monthly,
May/June 2019
In mosquito country, pack heat
or back away.
Wild bugs parachute in,
hang from trees on the trail,
angle for a better view of you.
Primed to strap themselves
to backs and butts
they can sweep away the goal
of completing a trail run
or shave comfort from viewing
stars on a summer's evening.
The most common mistake
lies in forgetting netting
at snooze time.
That closer-to-nature feeling?
Not that appealing.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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