Grieving for a bee I tried to rescue. I wish I’d never felt love for any human being But it’s animals I love more, more than people. Forever regret the mouse that pleaded from a trap. Oh bee I made a bed for with leaves, forgive me But they can’t and I am in Hell now. * The bee is still In his dry leaf bower. The drops of water I left him He never drank. He no longer tries to fly. He has gone to the flowers. * I'm sorry if I hurt you by trying to set you free. Rest, your work is done now, still bee.
Photo: Plants in a pot with a tiny dead bee and dry leaves