Buzzing and Boring
It was a beautiful summer day; I loved the sun on my back and neck. I was running down a field of flowers when I got a sharp pain in my left foot. I could hear the bumblebee before I saw him. He was fat and angry as he bored a large red stinging hole in my foot as I watched. Worse day ever.
flowers love the bee
my bare foot not so much
buzzing and boring
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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