Didn’t think of a better rhyme

It was not a flea
lesser a fly.
It didn't have the wings of a butterfly
or the teeth of a mite,

but this little fellow
(who was not a midget)
had enough strength
to arouse me with its presence.

Sure, it was a second or two
he fell into my world, he was afraid
lost, trembling, scared-to-death.
I was shuddering, too!

The guy was carrying that look,
(he didn't really had a pair of eyes)
Then, he hid like mice.
Never seen a guy like this in a book!

I moved as fast as I could
and soon the little bastard was caught.
He was smaller than the tip of my thumb
and suddenly I was getting in the mood.

He grew a mouth out of someplace
in this sort of body he had.
Immediately he was talking, mad
(I wished I’d put in his mouth a lace).

Like this he spoke: ”Human,
I’m not a flea, lesser a fly.
You don’t have to be so shy!
Learn to wait, sir, man.

I won’t leave, not right now.
There are certain things I do
with patience, let me bloom.
You’ll have time to bow.

But first let me finish my command,
here you might see me lazy, wander.
But don’t expect to miss any wonder!
As you wait, I’ll be busy around.”

One day I saw him, there was music
The next day, he wasn’t there
Nonetheless, always was fair
He brought me the happiness all you seek.

Months have passed, and I
Learnt to breathe, play,
To live without asking him why
all of a sudden everything began to change,
See, feel and, most important, wait,
I’ve learnt to love this little guy!