I have company
who never misses any journey
Short or long
Night or day;
Clear or covers with fog.
As I take rest or walk
Sleeping or awake,
It flies and perches
And watches if I am able my legs to stretch
Hoping I soon will be dead
With the good news to spread
My emaciated flesh to shred.
But I am least worried of this beast
As it would cause no pain while it feasts
My trouble is with specific biped vermin
That is stuck to my skin,
Fleeced I am till the last gasp,
I take in;
A despot,
That gives no respite to navigate
Where to walk or rest.
Belay Ambelay