In the park,
hornets hover,
spaced out,
hang-gliders,
they dive and dart-
transcribing quick circles-
chasing others who dare to trespass
on their space in the air.
They have a territorial imperative,
preferring to hover together and argue,
than to be alone in the plentiful space
that exists
everywhere.
Just like us.
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