Flowers

I don't know

The honey bees
Buzz towards the wasps
Buzzing
Their fierce battle cries

Their little wings
Beat furiously
And propel them
Towards battle and glory

One wasp
Just missed his fate
In a close call
With a bee

Thank god
The wasp thinks
He only
Buzzed me

He decides
To take this moment
And stop to enjoy
The pretty flowers

And when he looked
Up from the flowers
A bee's stinger
Kissed his face

Splattered across the
Flowers he once enjoyed
His blood is invisible
All over the roses

As a single wasp falls
So does his bee aggressor
Because when the bee
Pulled away from his barbed stinger
He also pulled out part of his abdomen
And digestive system
And muscles
And other important stuff

I went about this
Rather poorly
Thinks the bee