Hornet

I am the agent of fear.

I put fear in the big and small.

I make the strongest run away.

My sting can make a pale arm turn red

Or cause eyes to roll back with repeated blows.

On schoolbuses, girls scream.

In houses, children duck.

I see them stay inside when seeing me outside.

I notice hesitant boys walk near my nest.

But I will die before he attacks my colony.

The Queen and eggs will outlive

Those who poison them.

They will not choke on the fumes

Made by Man.

The red holes I leave,

The natural poison I leave,

The fear I leave,

All in defense of my home.

Wait. Is that a boot?

 

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