The Mosquito's Lullaby of Death

Alas, at night starts the night tune Thought to lull me to sleep good. A rhythm of sweet deadly melodies in my ears Even, clapping my hands to the melody that causes tears. I stay awake because of the songs I hear, Sadly clapping my hands for the tunes I fear If I do not clap hands, I will go six feet under the land. To my hearing the mosquito sings aplomb, Biting and sucking my blood When I lay down my head for rest What a sweet voice you possess! At times, I painfully beat and slap myself When she begins her song of death. © PRINCE C. E. AGBA