The Bathroom Floor

There is a wasp on our bathroom floor.
It has been there for days.
Its not moving – dead for sure.
Do they have lungs?
Or do they breathe in different ways.
I don’t know,
Now it’s just part of the floor.

It may be gone the next time I come back.
A lot of them seem to be dying,
But only one little wasp
Is on our floor.
I don’t have the heart to pick it up.
Don’t want to disturb the peace anymore.
Probably I should,
So grab it with a tissue,
Flush it down the toilet!?
Or leave it on the floor.

That is my dilemma
As I ponder the world.
Not love nor money,
Peace nor war.
Just that dead little wasp
Lying still on our bathroom floor.

I feel attached to our wasp,
I’m fond of it to the core.
Now my dinner is ready,
And I didn’t even wash.
Too caught up,
With a wasp on our bathroom floor.