"To a Wasp"
You must have chortled
Finding that tiny hole
In the kitchen screen. Right
Into my cheese cake batter
You dived,
No chance to swim ashore,
No saving spoon,
The mixture whirring
Your legs, wings, stinger,
Churning you into such
Delicious death.
Never mind the bright April day.
Did you not see
Rising out of cumulus clouds
That fist aimed at both of us?
(5 years and 3040 days ago)
Love the poem, great choice of photo also...nicely done author
Howdie stranger!
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