Early in Spring, a few pet
days brought on the weeds
and of course apple tree buds.

Wayward insects were getting
a whiff of something in the
air, perhaps my Silver Black,
by Azzaro ™?

I was on page 136 paragraph
8, line mark 530 when a bee
landed on the last word of a
sentence making it impossible
to read:
"To Aid Gentlemen in literary
( - - - - )".

Rather than disturb it, I decided
to proceed, arriving at "The dreamy
cloudy gull waves o'er the waters dull"

Just then, it flew off, revealing the
hidden word which was "W O R K".

Then I was sure it was not a Drone.


Ps.

An encounter whilst reading Ulysses.