Shadow DancePosted: March 22, 2014
I saw a wasp upon a wall
And did not like his face at all:
And so the creature had no time
To wonder whether he liked mine.
~A.G. Prys-Jones (1888 – 1987)
Even though the poet writes about squashing the wasp before it stings him, I did not swat this one. He was only seeking a warm spot in the sun on a chilly day.