30 April 2012
The fuzzy bee bangs repeatedly against the glass yet does not pass.
It slams it's body against the shoddy window frame and feels the pain.
I feel sympathy give in to the buzzing symphony Reach to wooden handle past the burnt-out candle.
Finally the window opens the bee flies out, leaving tokens of appreciation, three small stings disappearing in a flutter of wings.
Fuzzy Bee • Opuss № I