Bee

she drinks some water
from my index finger, stinger
ready her black eyes




Bees like me and I like bees.  This one drank from a drop of water on my index finger. During a early fall cold snap I discovered a bee on our outside table. She was not moving and I supposed she was dead.  Still, I picked her up and held her gently in my cupped hands.  I blew warm air on her gently and she slowly started to move.  She stood, engaged her wings, briefly looked up at me, and flew away.

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