My flying friends

Like most office buildings, there is a designated smoking area. There are all these hornets out there. They buzz around all the plants in the flower beds and the planter pots. They are totally harmless to humans. It was a common thing to talk about these little fellows as they battle each other for territory. Busy bodies at their most natural state.

Today as I arrive for a morning smoke there is the heavy smell of poison in the air. Laying all around the tables are these little buggers with twitching legs. This made me some what sad. The people that did not understand their behavior would order them terminated. For some reason, this mentality reinforces the thoughts of mother nature and humans have no co-existence.

Good by my flying friends… I will miss you.