“Buzz,” said the bee that wanted to kiss my eyes
On the second bus, down to Essex skies
Amidst the seats, after the sunrise
Though your presence was annoying,
Our encounter was a surprise
The tone of your wings,
a small yet frenetic sound
I didn’t move or flinch, I was spell-bound
And for a second,
It felt like there was nothing else around
But the echo of passengers telling me to “calm down!”
Then, the big man with his phone
Screen to window, killed you, alone
Afraid of what your purpose could have shown
So, why didn’t you sting me?
What do you know…
The memory of your adventure hasn’t left my mind
Why did you stay there,
What did you leave behind?
Oh Bee, with your black and yellow face
Sitting on my eyelash, with curiosity and grace.