A Wasp Drinking Water Poem by S Holland

A wasp drinking water.
I could not believe,
That something so ugly
Could have such a need.

He parked on the rim
Of the birdbath that day,
And started to drink
Without looking my way.

I stopped in my motion,
And standing stock-still,
I looked at him drinking
And drinking his fill.

He finished his feeding
And flew fast away,
And never acknowledged
My presence that day.

The wasp showed me something
To ponder, I think.
That it has a beauty
In needing to drink.