Sun falls behind my neighbour’s house

It is dusking.

She comes humming in my garden.

Kissing the flowers, embracing them.

The dying sun makes her look golden.

Her large eyes are so beautiful.

Her leg bag full of anthers,

anthers for bee bread.

She fills herself with nectar,

nectar for honey,

the queen to be special food!

Job done, she leaps into the air.

She turns and sees me,

afraid of been trapped, she stings.

It is a sting of death.

her stomach bursts open, she dies.

What a sacrificial offering of life!

She lives her life for others.

Not minding her luxury,

nor the fact she needs not to fight.