To a Mosquito (poetry)

You flutter in, you little vamp
and circle round my reading lamp —
that high pitched whine I barely hear
alerts me that you’re hunting near.

Oh, feather-soft you land on skin
and swiftly sink your needle in
to suck my blood, but ere you’ve got
a taste I end you with a swat.

You had no manners, little pest —
a most unwelcome dinner guest
uninvited, in you came
and helped yourself to a warm vein.

A curse on all your kind to think
I wouldn’t feel you steal a drink
so now, with neither qualm nor doubt
I throw your crumpled body out

as warning to all things that bite —
infest this too-hot August night —
for mutual benefit of health
best keep those mouthparts to yourself!