To the Mosquito

Touch upon me ever light
And draw up nectar, scarlet meal
Steal treasures from this lively frame
And claim whatever vein you will

Who am I to hold a grudge
To hard condemn your nature's bent
For I know nature made you such
For you no other nature’s meant

She has fashioned me as well
Equipped me with a sure reply
A pass, I warn, to even kill
What creatures might upon me vie

So with that said, this be clear,
I harbor no antipathy
But should you seek these treasures pure
My heart will pump iniquity

-jwm