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
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falcon_mn (
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Comments1
very creative
really well written, thanks for sharing
Thanks, Mek
The poem is a remembrance of the childhood
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