Memoirs Of A Mosquito

I was born in the Midgewater Marsh
On top of a traveller's hat
My flight instructor was harsh
She was swallowed by a hungry rat
I slipped when trying to fly
And landed on the traveller's nose
Hungrily, I stung; heard a cry
And was almost crushed - "Close
Oft there were times like these
When blood was hard to come by
I felt my life was just a lease
15 days and then it's goodbye
I was not alone though
There were others like me
All the way from Tuckborough
I thought she was, maybe
So sweet was the scent
Of her pheromone
That I was literally bent
On making her my own
We flew together all around
I grew tired at Lambeth
She flew on but made a sound
The traveller crushed her to death
I grieved and felt so small
The rage inside made me buzz
But sympathy isn't for all
We were a pain to him as he to us
Later, on a hunting trail
I stung a fat buffalo
Old, I was caught on its tail
And died in 5 seconds or so

A Small Poem

On rain clouds, wet eyes and grass there is
A water drop that can't know what it is
Whose boundary shrinks into a sphere so small
And when it can't stick, is forced to fall
Its form ain't choice, it forms by chance
No sign of pride in its humble stance
And yet, though it be such a little thing
Of which there ain't tales nor songs to sing
It does and dies as all small things do
Unnoticed, unappreciated and unseen too
It sees us not, this beauty, nor hears or speaks
But ceases not from duty, in tears or leaks
It seems no threat to providence at all
Can fate be changed by a thing so small?
Ah! But you forget this my friend
When all that's small does die, big ones end
Small was the universe when it began
Small was the spark that brought fire to man
Small is the mosquito that gives you such trouble
Small is a bomb that can turn buildings to rubble
So, next time you feel small amidst bigger things
Think of all the changes that small hope brings

Cupid

He lets love
that others can make it
and then break it