Sitting on a porch, I'm grateful for the silence
There's far too much noise in this world
My lungs inflate with summer heat
Till a hornet finds its way to my hair
I do not know how long it explored
It looked just as confused as I
I saw its behind lift up
And we met gazes briefly
Before I ducked and ran
I'm not sure how but I beat it to the door
It thunked on the glass behind me
I turned around to look it in the eye
and saw a long light hair hanging
It has my scent now, I thought to myself
I can never leave this house again
That's what I get, I suppose
For enjoying the silence too closely to my new friend!
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Late Night Thoughts
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