Little miss bee was buzzing
Around at nine in the morning today
I sensed something buzz past at chest height
And felt something like a small pencil eraser
Lodge where my fingers curled around the edge of my phone
She did not want to move from my phone
It might have been comfortable for her,
curled around the edge of plastic
I told her that she didn’t want to go where I was going
Indoors work was no place for her
So I gently nudged her onto a fruit tree leaf
To which she sleepily climbed
And went about my usual routine.
That is the first time I have tucked in a bee
Although for a bee, she wore thin horizontal yellow and black pinstripes, and wasn’t all that fuzzy.