The Unknown Yellowjacket

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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The unknown YellowJacket died here And no one did shed a tear, Instead the assailant shouted out with laughter and a cheer Because, of his anger and hate and fear. He killed the wondering YellowJacket dead With one hard swift hit to its head, After it had landed on his precious bread "I hope you burn in Hell", he laughed and said. He screamed YellowJacket's are just a pest Pain and annoyance is their only and truest quest, Terror is by which they are known best They never give the soul any true rest. The fallen YellowJacket was then given a eulogy For all other YellowJacket to hear and see, Sadly he wasn't seen or known logically Wasps, Hornets and Bees were there with sympathy. We YellowJacket feed abundantly on insect pests and harmful flies And on caterpillars at which many cries, We are beneficial around home gardens where insects lies But, it's us the people want dead, the YellowJacket sighs. The YellowJacket was protecting a garden where flies and insects stayed Where harmful flies, caterpillars and other insects are sprayed, In that spot there the YellowJacket was slayed This is now where the unknown YellowJacket once laid. Randy L. McClave

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