Original Poetry (Untitled and based on actual events)

I hurt myself
But I did it with love
Well meaning, protective
To save myself unneeded harm
I raised my arm
Descended firm but open palm
And struck myself soundly
Only to discover
The mosquito
Was in fact
A mole
Ow.

What can I say? The lighting was poor and there were at least a bajillion REAL mosquitos howling at me from all directions. Upvotes, resteems, follows and comments are all appreciated!

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