Little, bitty mosquito
Flying upon the moor,
Today you are no vermin,
You are a creature of this world.
You live a rather short life
Despised and hated.
Forever knowing you death
Can never be belated.
You land upon my hand
As I sit in the blazing sun
And as I watch you walk around
I think, ' We all are one.'
We live our short lives
Hopping from one thing to another
The toils of life consumes US
But YOU, it doesn't seem to
Bother.
Now as I watch you walk
My arm, preparing to
Feast, Again I
Think.
You ready yourself
To eat...
So I squish you little mosquito
Though you only want to eat.
My life is my own
And Mine alone.
I go back to thinking
'We are all one.'
Today you are no vermin, You are a creature of this world. You live a rather short life Despised and hated. Forever knowing you death Can never be belated.......well hiden message in your poem...with short life also you can deliver good... oh so nice...10 rad mine i amdisgrace... yes to to... you go alone...
It is the sweetness of your blood my friend, they always go for sweet sucks like us! Smiling at you Tai, a bit of a swatter herself!
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I would like to translate this poem
If only the mosquito could read, nice poem i enjoyed the read