Shadow rider.

A four-winged hornet
rests upon my pasty wall.
to the left -- he bends.
around the corner with
segmented body.
he leaps and folds
as luminance does,
buzzing about with
asymmetrical tone.
and as quick gusts change
direction outside my window,
he is gone. and I ---
with sighing eyes look elsewhere.

(c) Novalyn Grace RRL