Diversity is the Name of the Game

 Breath

We listen to your voices, we wait for your breath

For when your breath adds to the air, we are often there

You hear a familiar buzz, you hear a familiar whine

Many of you are inclined to move away

As in you do not want to stay put

For you know if you do not show, a need to proceed away, the Mosquitoes of the Land want you to understand, meal time is any time you’re around

We like your sound, we like your breath

We like to hang around, no matter what you do

And we the Mosquitos of the Land want you to understand, we realize we’re a pest, we realize you would like to request, stay away, do not come back any day

 

Picky

When the winds really blow, we decide to go

For the is no way for us to control where we go, for the wind shows us a push or two

And we just can’t get to you

We know you’re disappointed, we know you wonder where we’ve gone

We do not belong in windy, cold conditions

We’re picky that way

But if we are here to stay on a particular day, when its warm and moist, these are the days of our choice

We don’t care for dryness, we don’t care for lack of Water

Now some of you seem to forget when you leave a pail out and the Water builds up, that’s a perfect habitat for us

So, we don’t fuss we stick around

 

Blood

We the Mosquitos of the Land want you to understand, you’re not the only ones we go after

We go after many species on the Land do you understand, we just don’t want you feeling left out

Your blood is what we’re after

We don’t take much

For if you were to touch us, you’d realize we’re really quite small

But we are here to suggest to you, in the Fall we’re pretty well gone

But in Spring this is a time we start to sing, when the weather gets warmer, but it’s still a bit wet

 

Survivors

We are here to say to you my dears we are survivors

Try, try, try as you might, we will find another way no matter how you fight

For we adapt

We adapt we adjust and that’s a must

Our flight patterns are never in a straight line

We are inclined to change it up

Our eyes sight helps thank you very much, unlike you humans our eyes are all around

 

A Chain

We realize you humans don’t care for us much, but you need to get in touch with things, there’re other species that eat us

We are just one species in a chain

If we were not to remain, that would affect other species

So, you need to get in the lane and see what that looks like, diversity is the name of the game

As one species disappear, other species do not cheer

For the loss of one, is loss of many

For we look out for each other in a manner of speaking

When one in the chain disappears for good, it has a ripple effect

You humans should know that by now

Most of you see us as a pest, most of you see us as annoying, be well aware my dears we want to make perfectly clear, if we depart so do other species that depend on us

 

Reason For Being

Each species on the face of the Earth has a reason for being

You humans maybe not seeing their reason for being, for you do not live within their reality

Unless of course you choose to study us

For those who choose to study us, you realize it takes time, you realize it take dedication

 

They are Aware of You

You, human species, may not be aware of many other species on the face of the Earth, but they’re aware of you

For many species know your presence through your scent, many species know your presence through your vibration, many species know your presence through hearing, through sight, through might, through telepathic communication, with others

Many species share, they declare guess who’s in town

 

Nothing Personal

Perhaps it’s a good idea if you don’t stick around

Now some of us choose to stand our ground, whether you humans choose to stick around for we are just that way

Now some species choose to blend in, step into the background

Some species choose to stand up and be annoying

For we the Mosquitos of the Land want you to understand, it’s nothing personal it’s the job that we need to do

For biting you has to do with our survival

 

Memorable

We realize you’re not just annoyed by the sound, you’re not just annoyed by the bite, you are also annoyed by the leftover effect, the itch

You might say we are memorable

 

A Chunk

Now we Mosquitos are a bit bossy, we mosquitos are a bit particular, but the temperature has to be right so does the wind

So does the moisture do you get the picture

We’re fussy bunch

But you have a hunch it doesn’t seem to matter

For there are days that you could display the fact that we have taken a chunk just too much

 

Remembered

We know you want to forget us, we know you want to pretend we’re not there

We will not disappoint you we will show up we will bring our entire family with us

For we try not to disappoint

For we must anoint you, so we will be remembered

 Add us to your stories add us to your memories

We don’t want to be forgotten

 

Story About You

Is that a Mosquito tale or is that a tall tale

We avail ourselves for what ever tale you choose to tell

Spread the wealth let it grow

For who knows perhaps we too will have a story about you