The Wasp Trap Bright bit of plastic hanging from a branch, Final destination for things That might sting me were I to set them free. They could leave if they only knew the way, But they know not. Rules they have lived by for millions of years Fail them now. All they know is that the world is suddenly very small. Through the plastic they see trees, But can make no progress toward them. Something invisible holds them back. As they explore they find a hole, But it is a sharp turn downward. Surely there can't be anything worthwhile down there. Those trees, however, look enticing. Try flying toward them a while longer. Their language has no words for "All hope abandon, ye who enter here." -- Thomas G. Digby Written 21:42 09/23/2001 Edited 23:22 09/23/2001