Fallen bee

tiny tiger of the air

bumble-striped

furious,

bearing your sting like teeth and claws;

your death, pollen-dusted and unmourned

came out of the blue sky

as you came out of the blue sky

your furry form

blasted to the uncaring pavement.

A poem inspired by a dead bee I saw while out walking.

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