We had been asleep
On hot stones
Lulled away from
This world by the chirp
Of the horny cricket
Or our bellies were
Hot stones
Jutting out of the lake
Shiri spluttered surfacing
Said she could hear our
Hollow bellow
We lay like flies
In her majesty’s royal jelly
Basking in time and sun
Preparing for our departure
Our goodbye to the colony
