3 JANUARY 1987, Page 25

In the Shed

A whorl (buff, papery, shell-like) in the shed, Enclosing a set of tiny hexagons; The whole affair, like some strange orthopod, Adhering to the inside of my hat - Spare gardening lid, unused for many moons. Baffled initially, as though had lit And found this dwellinghouse's secret core Spermatozoa from another star, I quite soon recognise the art of wasp; Really almost within our earthly grasp.

Roy Fuller