wasps

The wasps have found a way

inside the little yellow house.

I watch from the

safe haven of my blue chair,

as they flit and skim

to and fro

across the wide expanse

of the ceiling.

Their droning buzz

filling the room as

they search…

Sometimes there is only

one lonely wasp, sometimes

four or five.

I don’t know how they get in.

I don't think they know either.

Did you know the pitch

of their buzzing noise

is based on the number of

wing beats per second?

Smaller wasps have more

wing beats so are high-pitched.

Larger wasps have less

and, therefore, are low-pitched.

I often wonder what

they are searching for

as they travel back and forth.

Is it food, a mate, or escape?

They often pause in their journey

Across the ceiling onto

one of the window panes.

I imagine them looking outside

wondering why they can’t reach it 

and how did they end up in this trap

on the wrong side of the glass.

Strange thing is (or maybe not strange)

they eventually start moving

slower and slower

making more stops 

as they travel

until they drop

and fall dead without

ever finding the desire

of their pursuit.