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.