Bee

He looked so sad and confused

Staggering along the blades of grass like an ice addict

I held out a finger to take away his loneliness

He rolled into my palm

I felt him grasp the ridges of my wrinkles

It tingled

I looked on and said a prayer

He struggled to clean himself while sipping my sweat

Cleaning himself from the chemical spray on my neighbour's lawn

I sensed bee knew I was friend not foe

Holding him in my heart as much as in my hand

Conveying him gently to the afterlife as he did a final buzz

Released his last thoughts