Pepper In My Tea

Said the Spider to the Wasp

You instruct me in the art of intimidation.

An ancient predator now made prey.

The air is electric with the hum of your wings.

For your children, I will be mother's milk.

This death, I do not want.

Doggedly descending upon me,

your sting punches through my defense.

The injection; my deathknell.

Soon, I will lie quiet and still

awaiting nature's fate.