MOTHER MOSQUITO'S MOTET
Sing with bizz and buzz and zing
To the God of Everything,
Who has made mosquitoes proud
To rank high above the crowd.
It’s a female happening,
When mosquitoes start to
sing -
Since the thirsting in our
hearts
Doesn’t move male counterparts.
Valiant Sisters, then, are we
Giving thanks, O God, to thee,
Who has made us Mercy Nuns,
Drawing blood - for little ones,
Not ourselves! We simply
quest
For blood donors - who are
blest
With a chance to do some
good
For the humble - as they
should.
Alas, we’ve heard our caring rites
Falsely called “mosquito bites,”
No! Our hypodermic nose
Simply probes, then IN it goes!
Out comes blood! We flash
away
Before a slap can spoil our
day,
And swim triumphant through
the air,
Home in time for evening
prayer.
O Spirit, who makes all things new,
Give us strength and courage too
To ask the rich to share their grace,
To make this earth a better place.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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