The Girls and the Insects

The rooms above the place across the yard
have been to grad school coeds rented out.
They’re cute, but seem to find their work so hard,
they have no time to haul a bin. They doubt
their tenant skills; they both have lived without
the lessons of responsibilities.
Last night they woke the neighbors, freaking out
with shrieks of “hornets!” at three honey bees.

(Huitain)

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