Wicked Wasps of Woodend

Old lady with switch and hound offers the following;

on a passing, comment:

“You’ve just got to keep walking – if you stand still

they’ll find you! ”

That wasn’t the start of it – frustration of a moments

rest, they know that well.

Flick around and two roll off your tail with practiced,

coordinated malevolence.

Your heart beat rises and sunshine on dappled tree line

is blurred with focus.

Ok, I’ll beat these things, I’ll show them who’s boss – walking

calmly munching pie.

Sharp colours, jagged movements, silent deadly tracking

starves your breath.

Way to wreak a perfectly good journey – – those wicked

wasps of Woodend.