A virus hums beneath the summer skies, Its wings as silent as a predator's eyes. Yet, through the dusk, it makes its flight, Infected mosquitoes take their bite.
First, they bite the bird, a quiet host, Amplifying virus, spreading it close. From there, they fly, a deadly seed, Mosquitoes transfer what they don't need.
Though the bite may seem so mild, It’s in some cases that symptoms are styled: Asymptomatic, the majority see, While a fever strikes others with urgency.
Then comes headache, or body’s pain, Joint aches, vomiting, the body in strain. In rare forms, it shifts to the mind, Encephalitis, confusion intertwined.
For those of older years, it’s grim, Their chances slim when fighting this whim. Immunocompromised, or diabetic care, WNV hits harder, it’s no longer fair.
Yet, despite this pain, there’s no cure, Only support, to help endure. No antiviral shield to stop the tide, Only fluids and rest to try and guide.
For prevention, vigilance is key, Repellents, nets, and clothes to see. Standing water must be drained, Mosquitoes’ breeding ground, contained.
Thus, this virus spreads in silence deep, Though most may rest and not lose sleep. Still, watch the skies, and guard your door, For West Nile may visit, then leave once more.
But remember, it can travel far, From Uganda’s heart to places ajar, North America, Europe, and Asia too, No continent is untouched by its view.
In summary, it’s best to stay aware, To protect ourselves, to show we care. For though the virus might fly unseen, Its presence should not remain routine.
