That Tiny Niggling Little Prickle

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That Small Feeling That Something’s Wrong

My intuition sounds its gong.
I have an inkling something’s wrong.
I look  around  for what’s amiss,
but cannot tell what signals this.
My arm and neck hairs stir and rise,
as if to warn me of surprise.
This tiny hunch keeps me alert,
but insight is a fickle flirt.
When nothing happens, it goes away
and I live out my normal day.
That tiny niggling little prickle
might lead to nought, for insight’s fickle,
and sometimes things are just so small
that they aren’t there at all.

This poem, actually written last year, seemed appropriate both for the “prickle” prompt and for relaying information about the Lone Star Tick  just passed on to me by a friend. This tick seems to have supplanted the Lyme disease scare in the Eastern U.S. A friend and her boyfriend have both been bitten by it and have developed the meat allergy. More grist for the worry mill:    http://www.popsci.com/lone-star-tick-meat-allergy

The prompt today was prickle. The image was copied from the internet.

9 thoughts on “That Tiny Niggling Little Prickle

    1. lifelessons Post author

      I think nature is out to get us. We need to take better care of it and perhaps it would stop picking on us. This new tick I am told is spreading quickly. One female lays 3,000 to 8,000 eggs at a time. Urgh.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      With some, the reaction is so server that they can’t even eat dairy products or they go into anaphylactic shock. Scary. Just waiting for advent of the veggie tick and we’d all starve!

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