The Last Day
Today is the last day of my life so far. It could be the last day altogether. Then what? Nothing? I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter. I don’t mind not knowing. I’ll find out soon enough.
Surrounded by mozzies, they are at the windows and the doors. They are anywhere it is cool and damp, that way they live a little longer to do what they have to do and make more mozzies.
But if it’s the last day there will be no more mozzies. If there are more mozzies it’s not the last day.
There are plenty of mozzies to make more.
Maybe it’s not the last day at all.
Maybe it’s just today.
What’s the Rosella got to do with it?