If I Was a Wood Tick

If I was a wood tick I would be ashamed of my station. I would resolve to not jump down on any heads. I would not bite into a toddler’s fresh sweet-smelling skin. If I was a wood tick I would spend my short life starving myself, so I would not be spreading lime disease and I would not hear a beautician screaming her head off Because she just found me in someone’s scalp If I was a wood tick I would stay on the tree limb. I would resolve to not taste blood. I would die a fast and horrible shriveled up death because that would be better than…. Hey! That guy is right under my tree! More later.