morning:

i walk outside,
coffee in right hand,
apple pie in left;

a yellowjacket joins me:
yellow pinstripes, yellow face,
yellow legs, golden wings.

we talk; she leaves.
i watch her go:

she bumbles and faults:
it is cold and she is dying.

i should have shared:
a wasp's portion isn't much.

copyright 2002 Christopher Boone