A Wasp

I noticed something fluttering by my toes as I sat in my hide-out for a quite moment to reflect. A wasp laid there belly up! I felt sad. Was it dying? It was still fluttering its wings but seemed helpless. I reached down and turned it over to see if that would help it regain some confidence to put in an effort to fly away. There was more motion. I watched it. It was dying. I picked it up again and placed it on a little pebble close by. It died a few moments later! RIP my friend...Someday come back and help me with the wind beneath my wings ...