To a wasp

Written by: Thvia Stein

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.