High in the Trees

One good thing (maybe the ONLY one) about the leaves disappearing is that you perhaps notice things that were "hidden" before. Like this hornets nest.

I tried not to let it...but my mind and body drifted back exactly 50 years. Yes...I was twelve years old...back when I couldn't...just couldn't leave a hive alone.

I shimmied up the trunk of the tree, armed with a big stick. I poked and prodded, and...WOO-HOO! THE CHASE WAS ON!

The bees, they just kept coming and coming,
flying and swarming and stinging and humming.

They got me in the shoulder, they got me in the breast.
(Or, if I'm a man...do I call it the chest?)

I kicked it into 2nd gear, and my arms...they started to flail,
had to kick it into 3rd...had to move like Earnhardt...Dale.

Hoofed it up to number 4, and then to number 5,
finally outrunning...the wee ones from the hive.

The picture...it is so-so, the "story"...not my best.
I didn't really play with...the denizens of the nest.