An insect was crawling my way
As I sat on a park bench today.
Getting closer to me
I saw it was a bee
And I hoped I’d not end up as prey.
Though it passed me, it stayed within sight
And I wondered if passersby might
Squash it flat as they neared
But none did; it appeared
Fearing luck would run out it took flight.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2020
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