This afternoon I saw a bee collide
With a brick wall;
Crumple to the ground,
Fizzling like a dampened firecracker, spurt spurt,
Little brown wriggling in silent agony.
And I found myself thinking how strange:
Me, my mother trimming my hair, snip snip,
While this bee in post-traumatic shock.
And if this bee be insignificant in its brutal and unexpected death,
Then what could I,
Ever hope to be?
Haha, this is a true story believe it or not. It was strangely inspiring.