Wasp
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Sandra Riabukhina, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2011
As you knock against the window little wasp,
Your orange body glows like fire.
Your dark black stripes
Shine like coal.
You keep slamming into the glass,
Confused
With outside and in,
The world is upside down for you.
You stare
At the bright golden sun,
The emerald trees,
And violet flowers.
Suddenly,
You fly out,
Everything has changed.
Little wasp,
You are free.