Yesterday, I made notched cotton reel
and candle tanks and tied on each
a little waxy sack.
In awe of their extreme anger
I knew from the first, I’d use the wasps,
that’s why I hid them in a drawer
with pens, spells and assorted rubber bands.
Tonight I let them out.
On charge, without goodbyes, the yellowjackets boarded, driving past my face,
towards
the last August light.
Flies and bears would
never do. Badgers are all used up…
Yes, it is high time for those
wood chewing, stripy jacks with
their dripping oviposters
to fly,
taking away our anxiety, etched yellow, in their little waxy sacks.
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Ooh! I *like* this a lot! (But not waspies…)
Heh heh, thanks Hollyanne. I’ve tried and tried…but I just can’t like ’em. But now I’ve written them a poem, maybe they’ll be nicer to me?
i love this had to read it thrice 😀
Ah – thrice reading it is all part of the spell 🙂
Notched cotton reel and candle tanks…. That took me back about 55 years….
Slow but relentless, they be.
Indeed they be. Ever had them climb a pile of matches? It’s great fun. They just keep crawling till all the matches are out of the way.
It’s a must do project.
Strangely, I believe you.