I. I sit alone in my room with a hornet buzzing around me knowing that if it stung me then at least something would have happened today.

II. The hornet’s fate is in my hands. Shall I disturb it? Shall I kill it? I decide to open the glass door to the outside, to let it go.

III. The door is open now. However the hornet is crawling on the glass along the frame of the door wnaware that his freedom is just on the other side of the frame. Stupid hornet, I say to myself.

IV. The hornet left while I was writing this poem and I had not even noticed.