A Pestilence!

How is it that a
small, twitchy insect
can seize any good feeling
you have and suck it up?
 
Without a come-on-in,
it idles through your house,
landing subsequently on walls
or ceilings, as if saying," Back off!
Mine, mine!"
 
It wheedles tinny in your ear,
whirling away if your
hand even
slightly
flips to your cheek.
 
It drills into you with a
fearsome tickle and leaves a
parting gift: a small red bump that
pleads to be scratched.
 
Just one little scratch
you decide, but squealing
delightedly, its demands
intensify.
 
The mosquito zooms
away, then plunges
excitedly to pursue its
next victim
like a miniature
Dracula of the day