It’s your buzz and your drone. You can’t leave me alone. When I am home alone working or asleep. You swoop through the window. You do lazy circles about the room. Stop behind curtains and lanterns and hover at the net before you buzz past me again. I have half a mind to find the tall can and with a puffy-puff snatch you from the air. Instead, I wait and watch till you’re on the other side of the pane. If and when you do not fly away, I turn the handle and we’ll both wait till tomorrow.