I remember Red, the old farm horse,
and his irritation in summer,
when those big black horse flies
would fly to him.
His whole skin shriveling up tight
and his sharp tail
angrily would swat at them hard.
The flies would try again
only again to cause his skin to reject. And so with you -
When l express my feelings,
I can feel your being cringing up
and feeling most uncomfortable.
Just like Olde Red with the flies
in the heat of summer.