Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 From Mouth of Babe

My three year old grandson and I

Walk from the cabin to the lake.

The sun was setting in the sky,

So I suggested that we make

Tracks back to the cabin so that

We two might avoid getting bit

By mosquitoes now swarming at

The lakeshore where we two did sit.

Back to the cabin we got to.

A few fireflies followed us in.

Around the two of us they flew,

And Billy announced to me then,

"No use Grandma, here come some bites."

"Mosquitoes came in with flashlights."