To a Wasp

Oh dreaded parasitic predator, I yield to your flitting whim and unannounced intrusion. Innocently productive, you carry on your quest, unprovoked and unassuming. But for your merited renown, I take preemptive action testifying to my regard. The sport of a cautious hunt prompts instinct and evasion, no match for a well-aimed swat. And with your final writhing twitch I find a kind of sovereign triumph in my gleeful, gloating grin.