Fearless

Sitting still on a wild and fallen log

A single bee buzzes past my listening right ear

The left, piqued, as he changes his course

a slight detour from the service of the Queen.

 

 

I sit,

contemplating silence

fearlessly broken

by the mere existence

of flight.

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