n slumber’s depths, a peaceful sight
A sleeper lies, unaware of the night
A tiny pest, with hunger’s sting
A mosquito feasts, her prey’s warm ring
In disarray, the room’s chaotic space
A haven for pests, a human’s resting place
The mosquito dances, with stealthy delight
As she sips the blood, in the silent night
The sleeper stirs, a restless sigh
As the mosquito flies, her snack to the sky
Leaving behind, a red and itchy mark
A midnight snack, in the dark.
