mosquito and man.
She was out for blood,
I was out for a walk.
I prepared my palm,
she readied her bite.
It was big thing vs. little thing,
then I thought, Is this right?
Of us, it was I who had
premeditated something: to kill.
I was consumed by egotism;
I had puffed myself up as the better thing.I thought, I can choose,
I can use this gift called a brain.
And so it happened like that:
I made the decision to walk away,
and she got to live another day.