Little Mosquito Poem by Sans Serif

Little, bitty mosquito
Flying upon the moor,
Today you are no vermin,
You are a creature of this world.
You live a rather short life
Despised and hated.
Forever knowing you death
Can never be belated.
You land upon my hand
As I sit in the blazing sun
And as I watch you walk around
I think, ' We all are one.'
We live our short lives
Hopping from one thing to another
The toils of life consumes US
But YOU, it doesn't seem to
Bother.
Now as I watch you walk
My arm, preparing to
Feast, Again I
Think.
You ready yourself
To eat...
So I squish you little mosquito
Though you only want to eat.
My life is my own
And Mine alone.
I go back to thinking
'We are all one.'