The hairs on my arm?
They raise…ever so slightly.
As the air of your presence,
produces that prickly static.
My senses are reacting,
to the rhythm of your purpose.
Shall I permit your feeding & bleeding,
that YOU thrive on?
At my own expense…
I hit you! I angered you, as you came straight for my face!!!
Death was swift…You damn Mosquito!!!
*Everyone can relate to this one. You have to find the humor in life, lol!