I met a wasp the other day
and stuck between
a window pane
and a screen.

I tried with all my might
to raise the window
and then to raise the screen
but neither would go up or down
to my dismay and disappointment.

The next day there was a buzzing still
as the wasp continued
seeking an escape.

Of course, I wondered
how it came to be enveloped
in the first place
and wished that it could exit
where it entered
before its venture
became its tomb.

It’s quiet now
over there
where glass and mesh
contain the remnants
of a little creature God once made
who struggled like we all do
to survive.

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