Sharing My Soda

I was sitting outside about to write
when I looked up, and a yellow jacket had taken flight!

I sat for a moment, a bit timid and scared,
wondering if I should get out of there.

I decided to wait and see what would happen,
and I watched him land on my pop that hadn't flattened.

I sat and waited for it to drink its fill,
before I lifted my little quill.

I figured why not write a poem for him,
and so that is how all this did begin.

I watched him fly away,
and I figured he had enough for today.

I told my husband about what happened,
then said he went to his friends, and was probably chattin'.

I penned half of this poem then looked around,
saw my yellow jacket friend not making a sound.

I allowed him another drink of my pop,
then I figured, he'd probably stop.

I was glad when he left me unharmed,
and I finished the soda with no more alarm.

I guess he wasn't happy when he came back,
because that is when he made his attack.

I had to leave my spot on the chair,
to move to another place I'd not have to share.

I sat on the porch and finished the story,
but really, it is the yellow jacket who should get all the glory.