Even wasps have their keeper and their home
Lord protect me and mine
Every limb throbs with swelling potential
Leave leave
Leaves twist beneath his pronged grasp
Clutching to draw the water droplets to himself
Air around us pulsing the promise of rain
And he arcs away around the brick edge of our building
Back to his home
Even a wasp in his business and his being can cry me mercy
Against the can that can spray death up to 25 feet untouched
This I did not know

Empathy for a Wasp
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