the matador with red shorts

somehow

a large bee of some sort gets in

the house.

i duck under

his buzzing wings,

just barely

getting out of the way

before he stings.

it's matador

time

with him.

i find a pair of silky

red underwear

that Betty got me

last valentine's day,

and 

the battle begins.

i swing

the shorts around, dodging

his attack. 

he digs in and snorts,

then flies by 

my ear

then circles back.

around the house we go.

he's not used

to this.

he's tiring, but still

not slow.

finally

i get the window open,

and swing my shorts at

him.

then out he goes.