Jane Frye

The Bee and Me

The Bee and Me


This bee
buzzing by,
on-the-fly,
decides to give me a try.
To clarify,
there were yellow flowers on my shirt.
I just know this is gonna hurt.

This bee
is scaring me!
Its buzzing is blaring, see!
I quicken my pace,
to get out of this place!

This bee is following me!
Aiming for the flower,
at the twelve o\'clock hour,
it\'s zeroing in!
I\'m running!
Yelling words I know are a sin.

The bee buzzing is getting closer and closer to my ear!
I\'m flailing and swatting, now in fear!
I hold my breath, close my eyes tight.
I know I\'ve lost this painful fight.

This bee,
it\'s going to sting!
I wait for it... but,

here\'s the thing;
it didn\'t.

It didn\'t!
The bee flew past!
I felt so harassed.
This bee
wanted nothing to do with me!