The Peril
It darts past then briefly hovers
picking up the scent of rotted fruit
following it to until it came to the source
where it feasts until bloated.
Back on the hunt it swoops
and dives like a bomb,
flashing its yellow and black body
a warning to all to keep away.
Uninvited it hones in
and joins the bar-be-que,
as people scatter from its path
some flapping their hands at it.
Buzzing angrily, it returns
sourcing out the sweetness
of ripened tomatoes and
flavoursome BBQ sauce.
It darts in and out
grabbing a bite or two
then to everyone's relief
it leaves for pastures greener.
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