Sitting calmly relaxing on the seat.
A wasp descended to send her on a terrifying retreat.
Arms flapping upwards in terror.
When the buzzing stopped,
She dared to return to sit.
Just as well she did as lying in the sand,
Between the benches guardian Owls.
A treasure much loved and cherished by her she found.
An earring lay sparkling and twinkling on the ground.
A lucky return.
2023 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Picture with the permission of Jane Risdon
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