Heather OC: Week 39 of 208

Wasps

How quickly we adjust,

For the survival of us.

Bought a few more days,

Thanks to Climate Change.

Terrify her students. Land

Upon her wrist.

None of us, not even one,

            Asked for any of this.

How quickly we adapt,

As men redraw the maps.

Buzz against the bulb,

            It is dead and will not burn.

Glide graceless onto hands

With pens and sharpened tools.

Die upon the rug,

Still scaring little ghouls.