The Bee Sting

The Bee Sting

By Sandy Dimiterchik

When I was a child and very young,
I sat by a pool and got stung
by a bee, as it lay dying in the water,
on the cement edge because it got splattered.

I don’t know what kind of bee it was,
or whether it would have stung me
if its life had not come undone.

My leg swelled up from the bite,
but luckily went down again by the night.

I am reminded of General Custer and his Last Stand,
who did not know it would take every last breath.
Poor bee, though he fought until the end.
Poor me, I will look next time then.

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