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
a naive off the cuff vignette