15 September 2012
Your beating wings, Your low humming drone, A wasp appears, Where there was none.
Darting over here, Spiralling over there, A sugary treat, Seemingly no care.
A slap of the wrist, A raise of the arm, Why do people do it? You mean them no harm.
As quick as you appear, You're gone away, To annoy someone else, Then come back to play.
This goes on and on, Till your attention sways, The paper descends, No more play days!
Wasp • Opuss № I