Wasp
Orange yellow gyroscope
Like hovering above nowhere
Watching moving obstacles
Adjusting to wind gusts
Looking like it
Would pack a punch
Ever so carefully
It maneuvers to get
To the entrance
The hole in the vent
Has been blocked
By some monster
Called human but
It finds a way round
And enters into
Its hideaway.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015
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