The Little Bee

Victoria stands

Apple in hand

Wet, sloppy lips

Gripping the last bit

Rosy,

Sweet,

Crunchy and ripe

one last bite

Bee, hovers, hesitates, tastes

Sugar seeps in

Wings flutter up

One more bite

Vic’s eyes open

WIDE

heart leaps

Teeth tight

Rasping breath

The yellow black, yellow black, yellow black, yellow black, yellow black

BEE

Heart beating, arm stiff

Vic launches apple into the Blue.

Apple lay still

Wrapped in soil

Earth’s helpless caress

That poor little bee

WRITTEN BY CELESTE NUSCH HARPER DAVIS

The Skinned Knee Collective