We are sometimes in awe but also, a little, out of fear, of these delightful creatures.
over the front door –
I remember walking through a wasp swarm, at a residential haiku event, and it was the only exit to leave after a fine weekend. Of course nothing happened, I'm just a human, a speck in the eye(s) of those magical creatures.
Out of many wasp haiku I've written, and loved from others:
the boy in a corn field
becomes a maze
Right Hand Pointing (low sky issue ed. Eric Burke Issue 95, 2016)
All Souls’ . . .
a wasp returns
to the lintel
The Heron’s Nest vol. VIII no. 1: March, 2006
What a wonderful gift at a change of season. Thank for your wasp haiku!
Alan, thanks for your comments. I didn't know that color mattered to wasps but the door was mahogany color. They nested under the white fascia board which was very close to the porch door. Thankfully, wasps never nest in the same place twice!