Wasp

The buzzing striped invertebrate
browsed and hovered near a cake.

Its instinct drew it to confection,
the compound eye eyed the selection.

The white-gowned woman searched in vain for spray
to end the fuselage's fleeting days

and with a cloth impaired its flight
and with a boot stamped out its life.

It left a red-yellow-black mark on the floor
I left the shop to return no more

and pondered on what might have been;
a hungerless wasp returned to its queen.

Its journey through the autumn air stolen
by a cursing white-clad, white-faced demon

who gained her grades in cookery and became a wife.
a position in the bakery - a job for life:

serving cakes and scones and bread
and abusing men of gingerbread.

Oh yes, the Devil is in her eyes,
her favourite sport is killing flies

and anything which takes a fancy
to her sugar, spice and candy.

But, I fear she'll reincarnate
as a buzzing striped invertebrate.