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.
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