29 October – Living room gauntlet

The wasp in my lounge is drunk on sleep
and careers into everything with force, at speed.
First it’s the ceiling, then it’s the beams,
what is it imagining in its dreams?
It dive bombs and bounces off almost everything;
I am frightened for its life, but also by its sting.
It’s hard to relax when a weaponised beast
keeps falling from the roof and disturbing the peace.
Eventually it crawls into a crevice to rest,
such a relief, I don’t know which of us was more stressed!

29 October - Living room gauntlet