I was 12, and July was Nirvana.
My yard was a construction zone of
Whatever I happened to dream up that morning.
There was a hornet’s nest outside.
And while average-sized monsters
Were found as expected,
There was this one…
I swear on all the universe,
It was as big as a hummingbird.
You could hear it from yards away-
It was a flying machine of death
It just disappeared one day.
I’m assuming it died and went to hell.