Hornet homes must be too dark,
Too crowded, difficult to park,
Too many close-up. Wing-tip rips,
Not any room to stand apart.
A human home, an upstairs room
Tempts hornets to the windowsill
They queue up, hoping for remorse
From human, gently buzzing hearts.
© Isabel Hare
All rights reserved
Too crowded, difficult to park,
Too many close-up. Wing-tip rips,
Not any room to stand apart.
A human home, an upstairs room
Tempts hornets to the windowsill
They queue up, hoping for remorse
From human, gently buzzing hearts.
© Isabel Hare
All rights reserved
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