So, because of the crazy and cultish Alice-In-Wonderland-fake-news world we live in, I’m sticking with writing some more about my hornets or yellow jackets.
When I was in the bank retrieving some of my money from the bank machine, a hornet landed on the inside of my glasses.
“Hello, little fella. Are you here to make me eat my blog words? Trying to scare me?”
Of course, my friend didn’t have a clue what I was going to say next. Why would he?
I think the hornets in my neighbourhood appreciate the Twilight Zone I live in. I believe this zone can be found somewhere in the Bible and some other great books.
The talk you took away.
When I was a little girl at Shubenacadie school,
You snatched it away:
I speak like you
I think like you
I create like you
The scrambled ballad, about my word.
Two ways I talk
Both ways I say,
Your way is more powerful.
So gently I offer my hand and ask
Let me find my talk
So I can teach you about me.”