Mud Dauber Poem by Juan Olivarez

Mud dauber wasp,
Making a home.
Little by little,
All alone.
Flying to the mud puddle,
Then way up high.
Building your home,
Close to the sky.
So perfect the shape,
May I see your blue prints?
Your working so fast,
Can you give me some hints?
The perfect design,
And it looks so cool,
All this accomplished,
Without any tools.
Fly little mud dauber,
Your'e such a delight,
To see every morning,
By dawns early light.

9/20/10 Alton Texas