The hole-thief

There is this bee,
That irritates me
Or a wasp of sorts is she?
Pays no rent,
No lease nor fee
And claims a hole that's free!

She visits twice
And makes a choice
Long & deep it need to be...
The hole she steals,
But never drills
This lazy mother-to-be!

And then with kill
She stuffs it till
There's space for an egg to fit
That she will lay
And then with clay
Will cement the lone exit!

She locks the door
And throws the key
Oh! What an horror to be...
Trapped inside,
No exit in sight
In case of urgency!

With sockets closed
My gadgets doze
For want of charged battery
Resigned to fate
I eagerly wait
For news from this hatchery!

And then one morn
The curious new-born
Opens the gates for me.
And then I vow
Never to allow
This quarterly nursery!


Acknowledgments - Unimaginable amounts of boredom.