A bee landed on my arm today
I could have scared it or squashed it
or waved it away
It could have been a sweat bee
or had a jacket with yellow stripes
or a sweet honey bee on a spree
I did not squash it or swipe it away
or run screaming in abject fear
Instead I quietly asked it to stay
Calmly I watched it tickle my skin
it’s tiny antennae and little feet
skimmed myself again and again
I wondered if at first it thought
a flowery treat I might be a new
kind of bee Queen or naught
It’s little head swiveled back and forth
perhaps trying to see me as I sat here
and to gauge my worth
It sat quite still as did I with a smile
the sun shone down as we communed
in sweet harmony there for a while
Then it arose with a flutter of wings
circled my head then it was gone
leaving me in awe of all living things
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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