“Little Fly”
It fascinates me
How something so small
So frail
So meaningless
Has the power
The ability
The determination
To control humans
We squirm in their presence
Desperate to avoid them
Desperate to escape the incessant hum
We trip
We itch
And a trail of blood
Is left in the aftermath
Their appetites
Rapacious
Their thirst
Quenched by the blood in our bodies
The chemicals in our skin
Nothing other than a cocktail
The mosquito
Nothing other than a little fly