Under the glow of the room’s lights,

Where there was only I and my solitude,

I tried to clear my cluttered thoughts,

Preparing myself for the next stride.

 

It was tranquil with no voice,

Giving myself a sense of poise.

 

Until then,

Mrs. Mosquito came.

She circled me for a while.

 

As instinct drove my hand,

I thought of striking her.

But her buzzing sound felt like a reprimand.

The emptiness I built started to shatter.

 

Questions splintered,

My mind began to wander.

 

She locked my sight.

Still lost in wonder,

Why was Mrs. Mosquito on duty at night?

Was she a hard worker?

 

For a moment, watching her fight

Made me realize she was a mother.

 

She taught me we were two distinct lives,

Both carrying struggles to survive.

 

The story ended,

With us both cheered.

She truly made me feel fulfilled.

It wasn’t so bad to have a friend in solitude, indeed!