with a beauty that took my breath away. . .
I'm too busy holding my breath
over the fur on a bee's back.
Thinking how,
if I were
a little smaller,
or he bigger-
I might have him
in my living room
brushing pollen
from his fur.
Teaching him to talk
like a parrot,
or fetch like Fido.
Thinking if I were smaller,
how each blade of grass
would be a tree to me.
My yard a vast forest
of various leggy creatures
and crawly things.
Oh, and don't forget those wings.
But if he were bigger,
most would worry
he had a stinging intent to kill.
His majesty liquidated.
Reduced to a beast with venom,
who will do anything
to protect his queen.
