The Midgie ©
Craig Downie
Aberdeenshire, Scotland
2004
Flyin' through the cauld air at night
Lookin' for some heids
When you find us
You aften mak us bleed
You bite
We itch
You flee
We fidge
You are a wee midgie
You're no awfu braw
Especially ance I squash
You against the wa'
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