Wind in my hair and dawn on my brow

Fresh air and freedom and no one around

All to myself this glorious morn

The new day’s cool breath is starting to warm

Just one caveat I’m learning to hate

The ocean’s cool spray is salted to taste

And I’m not alone,

I got bugs on my face

There’re June bugs and May flies

On summer’s wind ride

God knows when they‘re born

Now I know when they died

A cornucopia of natures waste

Protein rich and vitamin laced

A moment of silence for the sacrifice,

That’s made this day by the bugs on my face

There are moths and mosquitoes, uniramia all

The study of insects in academia hall

Up close and personal I'd have taken a class

And sought other ways to mount them on glass

Pinned them neat and evenly spaced

Gently placed in a trophy case

The marvelous beauty,

Of the bugs on my face

Marooned on an isle or imprisoned perhaps

I’d be more receptive to musical whaps

Of marinade morsels smack on my lips

Providing pate and natural dip

Pull up beside, I’ll set you a place

Plenty to share, so grab a full plate

Please help yourself,

To the bugs on my face