How and why did Yahoo delete my poem, saying I was "chatting"?

mosquito by tom courtney dancing your hanging arabesque choreographed by God the simple elements of all the universe written in the air in a moment diving bobbing playing to that ethereal music this mute voice of culicidae is not for human ears we cannot perceive the harmonies of the pest mosquito hovers over dinner and drink buzzes near in the twilight of quiet conversation accompanies the warmth of our earthly season mosquito asks only blood mosquito will close the leaves of heavy volumes the swirling facts and fantasies of greater creatures mosquito survives and is satisfied seeks not the heights of shakespeare wants not the vaulting ecstasies of mozart holds not the high ambition of bonaparte no honor fame or glory no story so now little teaser little dancer drop upon my bared and outstretched arm but think if you can in that primordial consciousness foresee and then forego or sip the blood and drink of this madness taste this wine of human anxiety let the restless wandering flow in your own blood and flow in aimless unanswerable sadness discover your own heart come little one take of this opium called the ego and fly high could you know more than we? that you can be nothing more or nothing less than mosquito?