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….
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