A beautiful bee he was. <br />He lay for a day on my table, stillness <br />Personified. - eyes seemed alive, arms <br />Curled furily tight, perhaps as his will <br />At the end was for warmth. There was no harm <br />More could be done to this bee. Wings held high <br />And gossamer fine, his short life was done. <br />He went as he came, unsung, but his goodbye <br />Was with dignity. Being himself, come <br />The end, with work now achieved as worthwhile, <br />He did the best thing and finished with style. <br />A beautiful bee he was.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honey-bee-s-demise/
