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Silent Beauty

The gentle sound of flapping wings

A humming buzz that softly sings

Into the ears of all who listen

And are silent.


She sits alone upon her flower

But hibernating is her power

She strikes fear into the hearts of all

Simply by her presence.


The vibrant stripes that paint her back

Bright and bold, yellow and black

Accentuate her silent beauty

That goes unseen.


She knows not love, but only hate

And deep inside, she knows her fate

Unloved, forgotten, and alone

She’s a wasp. And she hangs her head in shame.


Rebecca Spruce

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