The sky is shot-through with bugs, this time of year
Their little bodies are caught in your hair, on your face, and smashed on your glasses
Sometimes they like to sting you
Diving right to you—————-RUN, I think, but instead I snap a photo 🙂
Then taking off like a speeding plane
I mean…after all…I have to see if I can get a photo.
I think you know me well enough by now. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,