RDP Thursday: Curious
There’s a little room
at the top of the stairs in my house
where darkness lives, and daylight stops by
for little visits
now and then.
The air is cool
and now you can hear
the wasps in the walls buzzing and humming
happily feasting on the bits of meat
they stole from Mrs Finch’s garden.
There is so much there
that they’ve grown quite fat
and the Wasps who live at the top of the stairs
where daylight visits, now and then
don’t care about flowers anymore.
Sometimes they leave the wall
and sit at the window
and watch the sun rise and set
and they say to each other,
” Let’s fly out tomorrow and find something sweet to eat instead. ”
But of course they never do.
They tumble and stagger
to Mrs Finch’s Garden, to the feast she buried behind her Tulips
under the thinnest of dirt blankets.
and with all the effort they can muster they harvest and then take away their food.
Or as Mrs Finch would call it, that nosey neighbor who couldn’t mind her own damn
business and got exactly what she deserved.