I was minding my own business

When a wasp attacked me for no reason

I was wounded but survived the burning sting

 

A week later when I had fully recovered

I attacked their hideout with a number of hired guns

The shootout was short and many of the wasps were killed

 

Only one wasp from the tribe survived and it swore revenge

I knew that it was stalking me so I lured it into a wide town street

We were standing facing each other for what seemed an eternity

 

The wasp drew first and  – To be continued

 

 

On one of the last days of September 2020 the poet was stung on his forehead by a wasp