The Bee and Me

I plucked a nearly drowned bee from the backyard birdbath – I could not save her; she died on a higher ledge where I had carefully placed her... she, fetching water for her queen and their hive – died as so many other selfless workers often do, for the greater good of a specie’s all…. Of course, most people, now days, are far more singular than that… generally avoiding dangerous service; usually finding a way to let others test the depth of waters before they, themselves, take the plunge, or venture toward a precarious ledge; I have yet to be stung by a bee at the communal watering hole, though swarms have circled my bare hands and arms while I dutifully attend the level Sadly, I cannot say the same for company meetings, or even, church socials….