yesterday i found a bumblebee on the ground

I thought it dead  but it’s legs wrapped

around the the gently pressed twig

and I picked and placed it on a sunny shelf

and left it tiny sugared pools to ease it back to health

at first it drank yet before the evening fell

its legs were still and its husk a dried lament

today the bye-ways and sky ways were busy, busy, buzzy

life carried on