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A common worker bee
William Cho
Lying among the weeds and the occasional blade of grass, she warms older bones and drowses. Almost asleep, a bees arouses some long buried instinct linked to survival, and she snaps at it, almost clamping down on it.
At 10 years old, she has snapped at many bees in her lifetime, and each time she gets one, she gets stung. But either the sting is not enough to deter, or the instinct runs strong, bumping from one synapse to another. If I watch long enough, she'll get another one.
Buzz brightly
among the aloe-scented fur
freshly washed
scented
to lure.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
I envision this poem as a dog lying and snapping at bees. Am I correct?
ReplyDeleteYou are! It is one of her favorite pastimes!!
ReplyDeletePoor dear.
ReplyDeleteThe bee or the dog? Thanks Judy!
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