An insect was crawling my way
As
I sat on a park bench today.
Getting
closer to me
I
saw it was a bee
And
I hoped I’d not end up as prey.
Though
it passed me, it stayed within sight
And
I wondered if passersby might
Squash
it flat as they neared
But
none did; it appeared
Fearing
luck would run out it took flight.
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