The Wasp on my Window

There's no future here
Whatever wasps eat
there is none
Nothing but dusty spider webs
And even if there were sustanence
the fear of his stinger
would be enough
But he's safe for now
He's too high up to conveniently kill
and seeming in no hurry
to be anywhere else
Except on the other side of the glass
where the November morning
would be no more kinder