366 Poems: April 15th, 2016

The Bumblebee

I wonder often if the grand universe did foresee

a girl in her yard, fearing pain from a lone bumblebee,

and pondered how she could have lived on so casually

surrounded by monsters that she hadn’t learned how to flee.

Because now I have grown, and have seen what the universe sees:

every creature and critter that bridles the skies and the trees.

Yet I know I’ve not seen them; they turn from my door like a key,

because I know that all that this world has to fear is just me.



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