Oh how I quiver with anxiety at today's prompt, but I'll give it a go.
I wonder they are self-aware. If they flap their little thin wings towards a destination and goal or if they forget where there going every 10 minutes and lose all mental control.
Empathizing with a pest is harder than I thought. Thinking about constantly feening for blood makes me a woozy and a bit distraught. If I dig down deep and try, maybe I could give it a better shot.
The lightness of a feather and a bzzz like a bee, flying about and drifting like a breeze through an oak tree. A keen sense of smell for a sweet treat (aka red meat). Always knowing what they want without truly realizing it, like an instinctual fate.
Actually more like a prophet, born to be without any desire to appose it or stop it. Oh those pesty mosquitos, I would probably suck blood too if it tasted like Cool Ranch Doritos.
A big thanks to @mariannewest for hosting this daily freewrite prompt for the 49th day! If you want to partake in the daily freewrites or see her original post with today's prompt you can see it here.