The Annoying Mosquito

The annoying mosquito

Flies to and fro like a hovercraft,

Irritating me in a moment of solitude.

His consequences are dire,

He doesn’t know what’s about to hit him.

I swing at the pest,

Like a batter swings at a pitch.

He dodges the strike,

And my frustration rages.

He just floats around,

As if this was his abode.

As if nothing was trying to kill him.

As if he was all alone.

I try once more to waste him,

But he evades my speeding hand.

He floats out of my sight,

For now.

Because I know he will return.

For the third time I try to catch him,

And this time my attempt is successful.

I connected with my right palm,

Splat!

And his dead body lays flat on my desk.

I let out a sigh,

But at least I am back to my moment of solitude.