Those gold and black marauders group en masse <br />Preparing their ambitious daylight raid. <br />With wings outstretching wide, prepared, they pass <br />And reconnoitre tempting targets laid. <br /> <br />They lull you into comfort, as they sit <br />So snugly, browsing in your sugar pot <br />Until, disturbed, they violently spit <br />With venom-barbed ambition from the slot. <br /> <br />And homing in, in hordes, with hateful hums <br />They navigate demurely all your swats <br />To steal the sweetness from those strawberry buns <br />Those dauntless, hungry hunters: Berlin wasps.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/minature-marauders/
