Lazy and languid she emerges Startling colours of bold and bright Gold and red hues of awe and alarming A magnificent and terrifying sight She starts her bold quest preparing the nest for her offspring and all of their kin The work is hard and the labour consuming as she chews wood to a papery pulp Crafting their home with focused attention she shapes, moulds, fashions and sculpts She feeds her kin on all manner of creatures that wreak havoc on plants and fresh greens Some might see her as nought but a pest The gardener knows she’s a guardian queen When she has borne the next generation She fades away as they take her place Her existence the blink of a heartbeat As she departs with an aura of grace Not a trace of anger or sorrow Her purpose fulfilled in her heart She knows the language of mother Not a thing to be named but an art.
This week’s Sunday rhyme time was inspired by a very lazy queen hornet I encountered while walking my lovely dog recently. I was lucky enough to get close to her and what a magnificent and fearsome sight she was, such bright colours! I felt sure she must be some alien species of super wasp come to invade our planet (the curse of an overactive imagination). Luckily, I have a smartphone and before I called the men in black I was able to identify her as a European hornet queen. Apparently hornets get a bit of a bad rep, being less aggressive than wasps and unlikely to attack unless defending their nest. Still, I wouldn’t have risked getting so close if she hadn’t been half asleep.
It’s a truly wondrous world we live in.