Once upon a shower

As I showered today
In misty hot water
The sill of the window
Did cause me to totter
There lying quite still
In a tranquil heap
Was a tiny mosquito
In soundless sleep
I peered intently
So difficult to tell
Death from slumber
But I did it well
Why it is quite dead
Not asleep at all
I thought to myself
And made a wise call
I turned away softly
Letting it be
If thats what it wanted
What is it to me?