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| I wonder why our presence has been despised. Perhaps the virus we carry caused our demise. I can no longer count the lives you've taken - Lives of my kin, and the life of a friend. A drop of your blood will suffice Yet it's an arduous struggle to earn the price. A drop a day to sustain 'till the seventh day Then I can blissfully pass away. Every time we flutter around your being Comes a swatter that you're furiously swinging. The fate of my brother, I can only cry He burst into that lampshade in the blink of my eye. The horror of what my sister underwent Captured and tortured, mutilated and bent. Legs plucked, wings detached, beheaded By your little kin before he goes to bed. Dear human, please heed my plea. A drop of your blood, our life is the fee. May you give it once, just for free Please grant it, I'm on my knee. Written for "April 8 Poem--Creature"  in "Dew Drop Inn" Prompt: Creature—write a poem in the voice of some living creature that is not human. 20 lines | 159 words | 833 characters 04/08/22 7:22pm EDT A Mosquito's Lament, Rewrite We dance on the breeze, a whisper in the night, But our buzzing presence often sparks your fright. Perhaps the sting we leave, the itch it brings, Has cast a shadow on the fluttering wings. I cannot deny the whispers on the wind, Lives lost to illness, a burden we bind. But know we too suffer, pay a heavy price, For fleeting moments bathed in warm, red light. A single drop, a sacrifice so small, Would grant us respite, answer nature's call. Seven days to weave from dawn to dusk, Then soar into stardust, a life's silent dusk. The dance we share, though brief and sometimes fraught, Is not one of malice, only life we sought. The swatting hand, a blur of sudden fear, Claims countless kin, their whispers disappear. My brother's echo in the shattered glass, His fleeting flicker, a moment that won't pass. My sister's plight, a canvas carved in pain, By tiny hands that stain with innocence's rain. So I plead, dear human, not for your demise, But for a truce beneath the moonlit skies. A single offering, a bond we forge anew, A life for a life, the cycle born anew. Let understanding bridge the gulf between, Where fear and fury fade into serene. In that shared moment, bathed in gentle light, We'll leave you dreaming, and take flight to the night. |
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