Mosquito - is it a Zen master ?!

( A child's rhyme )

Bzzz….. Bzzz.... Bzzzz…

Here comes a mosquito 

in its fine tuxedo 

Strutting its tiny beak,

that’s by no means weak, 

Dropping in sans warnings

flapping its tiny wings

Enjoying a sip without a care

From all beings unaware.

Dodging clapping hands,

dancing to its own merry bands

"Of what use is this tiny insect

That looks of the harmless kind

And doesn’t wait for you to inspect 

But’s never swept away in the wind?" 

you may complain

once and twice and 

time and again.

But mosquitoes belong 

to a certain Zen sect,

I now confess, I suspect . 

They distract you from the sorrows 

of your mind's creation and harrows

you to focus your energies on the present 

in a meditative, calculated vent

while they extort a chase from you,

and they duck you 

until you give up trying 

or they fall dying.

Edited by the husband, Mr. Kurup