What I Learned from Insects

Actual size. I enter the room.
There is a fly on the windowpane.
I open the window and the fly flies out.
A wasp flies in.
I close the window.
The wasp remains.
I ask the wasp what it wants.
The wasp remains silent.
I ask again.
Same result.
I open the window and the wasp flies out.
A fly flies in.
I close the window.
The fly remains.
I ask the fly what it wants.
The fly remains silent.
I ask again.
Same result.
I leave the room.
Insects are poor conversationalists.


2 comments:

  1. "How tenderly this white-winged silence flies" —Keppel Strange (1896)

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  2. Maybe insects know that silence was never golden in the first place. It was always white, and they sensed the futility of explaining that to me, so they didn't. Sometimes it's better to fly out the window.

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