To The Mosquito Poem by John May

Touch upon me ever light
And draw up nectar, scarlet meal
Steal treasures from this lively frame
And claim whatever vein you will

Who am I to hold a grudge
To hard condemn your nature's bent
For I know nature made you such
For you no other nature's meant

She has fashioned me as well
Equipped me with a sure reply
A pass, I warn, to even kill
What creatures might upon me vie

So with that said, this be clear,
I harbor no antipathy
But should you seek these treasures pure
My heart will pump iniquity