Warm as summer,
blossoms giving way
to leaves, my house
wide open, welcoming
a spring-sweet breeze—
I notice, coming from
another room, an angry
buzzing sound my foolish
cat’s unlikely to ignore.
With a sigh, once more
diverted from my work,
I seek the source
and find, trapped between
two window panes,
one agitated honeybee.
He must have dropped in
hours ago, to see what he
could see, and lost his way,
and I...well, I’m unable
as my cat to abondon him
to fate.
Soon, bee in glass and glass
in hand, we step outside
to let him fly. “Silly bee,”
I say, “we may be trapped
inside for now, but you,
at least, are free.”
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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