*Flying Softly* by Santiago, 96
    
    Flying softly through the night,
    Toward out-streched arms,
        Ready and ripe to bite.
        
    Through soft silk, the window blinds make,
    Closer... closer...
        The blood is to take.
        
    In the room, the lights down low.
    Over the carpet,
        Flesh's pale glow.
        
    Eyes straining naught, not affected by dark.
    Makes way, silent like a cat,
        Hungry like a shark.
        
    Upon her neck, my brow did bend,
    She stirred... just a little.
        Soon my meal would end.
        
    Oh bliss, oh rapture, her blood is so sweet.
    She starts to stir awake,
        But I'll not leave this meat.
        
    In her half awake state, she took a swing, 
    My small mosquito body, 
        she swung and she squished me.                        
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Santiago <UPHAM_D94@cox.nsac.ns.ca>