Hornet In My House

Also from Tuesday. Not a haiku, but it started as one:

Hornet In My House
Endlessly crossing the window pane
I’m sorry the glass isn’t airtight
You must smell flowers and kinsmen
But cannot go to them
Would you let me help you?
Open the sash and pop out the screen?
No, and I don’t blame you.
I don’t trust easily either.

I started this because of a hornet… in my house. I actually batted at it before I realized what it was. Though I grazed it, it didn’t bother with me; just went to the attic window and kept walking back and forth.

I noticed that “hornet in my house” was 5 syllables and thought, sympathetically, “what a mistake you’ve made” -- sympathetically, because it didn’t sting or bite or whatever hornets do. But “what a mistake you’ve made” is only 6 syllables, and while I could stretch “you’ve” into “you have”, that would be lame. So, no haiku this time, just a little blank verse.