The Dare

That bee, flew high, so high, I stare, upon sun’s glare, on wings red, gold, and peach.

The dare I swear regret, to catch, to hold blooms ‘friend. No scream, no ouch must leak past lips that must not shriek.

Go Del, go Del, they yell, same time as my heart fell. I prayed; eyes strayed t’ward home, come mom, please call me home.

I wished that I could be just like that bumble bee and fly away carefree. No threat, no dare just air, beneath my flimsy wings.

Clouds float on sky so blue, what’s that, a shadow at noon? Good lord that bird was swift! My bee was gone like poof!

The crowd ran up and peeked. ‘Your bee is gone.’ They yelled,

“Not fair, we all got stung, yet there you stand not stung.”

So yes, my prayers were heard, answered by a bird, yet what’s that on my cheek? Tears ’cause blooms’ friend was gone, snatched up in a beak.

‘Flowers for moms,’ I yelled, running to hide my tears, picking flowers blindly, guess what, a bee still found me.