Mosquito

Mounting an attack when I am weak,

It is your habit.

Wishing to suck the life out of your prey,

I am watching you.

A creature of the night flying in after dusk,

I trust you not.

Hovering over me with elongated feelers ready,

I know what you want.

Awaiting an opportunity to pierce my skin,

It is malevolence.

You have mounted many successful attacks.

I was vulnerable.

If you come my way this time,

I’ll smack you dead.