I wanted to write a poem,

just a verse or two for the night.

But I couldn’t find an idea,

nothing just seemed quite right.

I pondered a verse of love—

but what good would that do?

I’ve written about that topic before,

time to find something new.

A hornet appeared in my thoughts

(There was dead one in the window sill)

a verse of anger seemed fitting

but didn’t give much of a thrill.

I read som...