[Deer Park, Luce County, MI. July 29, 2009]
Near as one is wont to tell
(up north being Heaven, not Hell)
there ain’t a reason I can espy
for the existence of damn black flies.
They attack with stealth under
Cover of hair, you seldom see them
In the goddamn air.
They land, they bite, then run
Those pesky little sonovaguns
And we are left to treat the itches
Left by the nasty sonsabitches.
Using Adolphs rendered paste
To pile on welts upon our face
Which later dries to fall away
(Its like sleeping on sand and hay).
Black flies, the experts say
Are here only in June and May --
Except in years when things go awry
And the damn things come the month of July
And if we find this not to our liking
We should stay in cabins and give up hiking.