Bumblebee

Bumblebee

we were five years old

the three of us sixty years ago

so, who would remember that day

when we buried Bumblebee

yes, the Bumblebee

the one we tied to a string

she flew until we crushed her to death

and buried in a matchbox

soon a Sparrow kept her company

we found him asleep and shriveled up

he barely fit in a cigarette box

who would have thought of the Bumblebee

and the sleeping Sparrow, had we not buried Peter today

if Peter is alive, he would deny that was a Bumblebee

I know he would say it was a green beetle and an asleep Sparrow