I listened to the bees once

 

One sat perched

upon my shoulder

its stinger secluded

 

Yet trembly

were those wings

when I raised my finger

 

You would have thought

I was Jupiter

the way that little bee quivered

 

Before she left

she had said to me;

 

You crave me for my nectar

for your survival

yet you hindered mine

 

you placed this wound on me

 

and shattered everything

you made those people fear me

only for your protection

 

I never saw her again

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