fallen and forgotten
stuck on his back
desperate terrified dying
he fights and fights
spasms and shudders
only, if only to flip over
releasing his final cry to
the mother, Nature
his broken wings close
for the final time
high above him, his friends
bumbling bobbing buzzing
missing nothing
paying no respects
to this bee's fitting end
behind the recycling bin
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
fallen and forgotten
stuck on his back
desperate terrified dying
he fights and fights
spasms and shudders
only, if only to flip over
releasing his final cry to
the mother, Nature
his broken wings close
for the final time
high above him, his friends
bumbling bobbing buzzing
missing nothing
paying no respects
to this bee's fitting end
behind the recycling bin
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