Paraside Wasp’ed

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
And horror.

It just disappeared one day.

I’m assuming it died and went to hell.

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