Insect

Don’t Bug Me, She Says

Over time,

I have become

like an elder, 

forager bee,

in that I leave 

home daily to

look for the goods,

but I always return.

Like those bees,

we elders die in 

larger numbers,

but we don’t have

to slow down much.

Ninety-nine percent

of forager bees

die away from the hive.

This isn’t just bad luck,

more of a trait, 

an instinct,

Natural Law,

the way things are.

Maybe they know

the end is near, 

so they seek 

one final adventure.

It’s not suggested here

that I run into the forest,

look for a patch of moss,

lie down, close my eyes,

smelling the pine cones.

Nope, not ready for that,

but the adventure seeking part,

maybe yes.

Better that than
sitting at home,

bugging my honey with

tales of what if.