A Misunderstanding

You were caught within the gentle 

folds, heavy with water sprayed

before I saw you searching 

for this flower’s pollen.  

I paused, watched you struggle 

to recover from the shower

as I stilled and focused enough 

to capture this image; you regained

the power of your wings, shook 

the last drop of moisture off, 

and flew angrily near my ear, 

but dear little bee, I did not mean 

to disturb your work, just to preserve 

the blooms that provide such ample

employment for you.

—C.L. Fisher, April, 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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