mother mosquito

When bedtime arrives,
and the last candle snuffed,
there is without failure
a mother mosquito
who
in the sudden swap to darkness
lost her only born son.
devistated, she cries
and calls. cries and calls
cries and cries and cries
wails and moans and cries.
searching the highs
wails and cries
searching the lows
wails and cries
she races to me
and takes my hand
'have you seen my son
have you seen him?!'
she wails and cries
and calls and moans
rushes off before any answer
she has lost her mind
her heart
her will
she wails and cries
until she dies.