The Little Bee

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

ILLUSTRATION BY SARAH MCCROREY