Rum Flavored Bee

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Raspberries and lemon juice.

Submitted: June 28, 2018

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 I was once retired, and through my beautiful window, as I looked out over the garden of my earthly delights, I thought rest was in future.

Until I saw the figure there, looming over the sunshiny family I had grown.

A plucker.

Ravaging my harvest, transforming all my planted magnificence, into one bite endeavors, never appreciating my labor.

So, I chanced my impetuous feelings, as I looked out upon this eater; devouring everything I grew.

From my hive, I flew away, unarmed.

Just my Stinger, just me sweet bite, to scare away those that attempted to interrupt the progress of growth.

The over bearing Queen measured me, in days long gone, and gave me permittance to relax, after all I had I done,

even after making my one mistake; I gave away the honey to a friend.

 

And, now here I find myself. A bee, full of built up flavor, with wings that have not seen the light of combative day, whose flight has not remembered the savage allies I left behind, all lost in this war.

 

I observe, my wings still amber translucent, my feet still able to carry as much honey as my own weight.

Then I mount up, to protect this Kingdom.

Out of the window, I fly, into the garden of earthly delights, the garden of good, the garden of evil.

Honey suckled, I tear away with enthusiasm as I fly throughout the sky and, sting the one that attempts to open fire on my burning heart.

 

I protect my garden. I protect all that I pollinate, as I try to understand this new settlement.

Our original plan, our new hope; for a better world.

We are just bees, oh so sweet is our taste to them.

We are just bees, oh so sweet is their taste to us, as we die protecting our flowers,  our source of sweetness, with our final kiss good-bye.

We drink our honey with lemon, and dance upon the flavor of their raspberry galaxy.

 One rum flavored numbing sting at a time.


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