Buzzing Retaliation

I was nothing more than a ignorant little boy,

Always looking for what could be my new favorite toy.

It was a hot summer day behind my grandmothers house,

Nobody was doing anything and the quiet stood still like a mouse.

With my cousin hunter in tow we went looking for fun,

Not know the dangers would soon have us run.

Behind the little house was a pile of old wood,

A place where most would forget things if they could.

We grabbed a few sticks and begin to poke around,

And seen we began to hear this low buzzing sound.

With a flash of yellow they soon filled the sky,

Yellow jackets swarming to the point on stung an eye.

Spinning around I managed to avoid the stings,

However my cousin didn't have that fast of wings.

He tried to run but they caught up right quick,

And all he could do was swing his little stick.

I ran to the house to get some help,

Getting an earful on the way for being a stupid welp.

A quick dose of the hose brought the swarm to an end,

Sadly that day though I lose a very dear friend.