Bee

found him on his back thinking, he is a withered leaf, I pick him up porch and he buzzed, his whole body vibrating, it is quite wonderful really, so I knew he is alive, gentle, I place him on a pansy flower where he sips nectar, and sips to my delight, but can he fly, his long legs feel and cling, so in the shade of a leaf he lays, and I tell him to get some rest, and admire his beauty, nature did that, when I come back to check, he is gone and that is true happiness, I weep because I saved a bee today . . . little bee landing on my pansy for nectar butterfly came too _________________________ Edit from June 4, 2018 Poetry/Haibun/Bee Copyright Protected, ID 18-1251-861-02 All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance LA France