broken bee

It’s a terrible day—

the wind and rain lash the house furiously

working in concert to tear it away.

I happen to glance out the window,

And there, on the windowsill,

Clutching a potted lily,

Is a bumblebee:

Wings are too wet to fly

Antennae drooping down

No shelter from the deluge

That causes this bee to drown.

Little bug ambles awkwardly

Not used to such rough ground

Instead of soaring among flowers

Though he’s lost his will to bound.

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